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by Melissa Panther

Instant gratification
was never what you needed
it filled,
consumed, drained,
removed enough
and left open elements
that are never touched

Perhaps none of what
parted and drew you
along like streams
rushing towards rivers
indicated
this would happen,
that you would begin to
move this way, that you
would find comfort in a
motion that never changes

There's unexpected and
then there's a letting go
that has to happen
maybe it did,
maybe it had to
it's clear only when it's
abstract
and you don't answer questions.

10/17/2008

Posted on 10/17/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Panther

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Richard D Frederick on 10/18/08 at 12:52 AM

the second verse reminds me of wind-up toys.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/18/08 at 04:57 AM

That last stanza is perfect. Your attention to language and voice is a staggering thing to behold.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/23/08 at 04:47 AM

I am liking your style and immersing myself in the poetry, knowing i'll come back here to read it over and over and find another gem amongst the words

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