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She Maybes
by Vere MantratriadOnce in proper time
he skipped stones to
the light that lit
fire to her shore
wallowing in mistrust
of a scape that no one
would see if stayed
in shell-shock to
hide the who-where and
who-dunnit where nothing
happens where crystal
clear murks the mystery
the mud holds secrets
your hand could disturb
the turtle goddess if
she could only stop
from keeping her head
tucked in safely
where thoughts of why
flow free and yes, yes
she cries to the underworld
to a broken scape where
a life takes your place
undisturbed, uninhibited,
but fake and cooled to
the thought that maybe
ghosts stay water-logged
to muffle the names of
what they'd lost in life 07/15/2010 Author's Note: In response to Elizabeth, Stephan and Tom
Posted on 07/15/2010
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/16/10 at 11:42 PM Quite excellent, after re-reading it at more of a breathy rap rhythm, it really took off on its own. I tip my cap to you. |
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