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by Carissa DeweyI lay in bed tonight
a thick book in hand,
todays short walk
occupies a deep part of my thoughts.
There in an alley,
my father steps
behind me
and above the sky is
simmering yogurt orange pink.
it is silent, still and cold,
a drifting song from a church
streets away
follows us down this
aged back path
and you have cancer.
You talk of your surgery
of your weight loss.
And I can only cross the street -
Continue home.
03/21/2008 Posted on 03/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/08 at 12:03 AM Very nice, minimalist approach. I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/22/08 at 10:45 PM ...carissa, this is grand, love the way you write...peace, charlie |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/24/08 at 04:44 AM Well written but sad Carissa....CharMin |
| Posted by William Brunk on 11/03/09 at 07:28 PM so full of emotion...well executed expression. it seems very honest |
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