| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/09 at 03:07 PM I like the xerox eyes, the phosphorus smile. This is sad and lingering, yet I must remain thankful for my memories of those gone. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 08/07/09 at 04:36 PM I so feel this. The beginning of August is a reminder of what I lost. ~N |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/08/09 at 04:17 PM i love the imagery in this, sad and almost distant. the idea of shredding a memory is so often appealing |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 08/11/09 at 04:45 AM hmm... i will need to chew on this one for a bit. its got alot to take in and i think there is more beneath the surface. not to miss out, i will ponder it for a while. thanks for the intriguing read! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/24/09 at 07:46 PM Oh gees. What a poem. I am glad I had the patience for that third read because it paid off. I relate to the slice a moment's memory can make into the heart. And kudos for the clever machine metaphor. |
