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Still Waters
by Anita MacSometimes my mind fogs up
with a sickly slick condensation
that feels more like drowning
than impaired vision.
I’m tempted to say things
that make more sense
than they let on,
just to see if you’ll
pretend that it’s
the language of shallow waters.
06/05/2009 Posted on 06/05/2009
Copyright © 2025 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/06/09 at 01:58 PM no doubt, these stanzas of yours
are lovely creations, Anita,
and although they are two, they are lovely
and affecting like a slew. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/06/09 at 02:03 PM Probably won't speak up though, eh? I love the building frustration in this. It comes across so well. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 06/07/09 at 03:14 AM Nice work Anita. This is definitely not words of shallow waters. Well said! --bf |
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