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12-11-10 (Feels like tiptoeing to Yesterday)
by Alison McKenzieStep-back day,
12-11-10,
The enigma,
The cryptogram
With the answer key displayed
Before the page turns to puzzle.
I am inside a glass,
Drowning.
Muffled voices call ,
Too far away now,
Untouchable.
Paralyzed in the icy current,
I am carried by the overpowering momentum
Toward the swallows,
Stripped of my attachments,
Those garments designed
To define me by role.
Gauging the distance,
I will use this day
To bridge the past to tomorrow,
Breathing above the crest
Just until a new Sun sings.
12/11/2010 Posted on 12/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 12/11/10 at 02:19 PM Such an overwhelming place to be. Much respect for finding the words when many would be lost in the drowning. Love the last stanza especially. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/11/10 at 10:15 PM I agree with Adam. The uplift in the last stanza, Alison, is redeeming and hopeful. |
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