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Mechanism
by Anita MacThe sky is the bright
springish gray
of thawing.
My heart gasps
with unplaceable memories—
childhood, a past life or maybe something Jungian.
Some latent happiness of mine
rests in with the daffodil bulbs
as they ready themselves.
03/18/2009 Author's Note: Keep the title in mind as you read. As the divine Ms. Doom pointed out, it's the key to the piece.
Posted on 03/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/18/09 at 08:59 PM It does feel like it's missing a couple of lines, but what's here is still good. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/18/09 at 11:21 PM i think you should play with this one a little more. like gabe said it feels like it's missing a few lines, but it's a good start. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/19/09 at 04:25 PM Jung was many things, but never dull. I think perhaps people don't always assimilate the weight of a title :) |
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