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......For Annabelle (a revision)
by Clara Mae GregoryHer spirit preceded her tiny new mold,
then grew inside every beat of her heart.
Destined to be without the breath of the old,
she was Called to return and depart.
Her spirit taken from flesh and cold bones,
I peccantly pondered the creator's start.
as I also wondered who could fit the supreme mold
without having HIS rhythyms beating their heart.
06/08/2011 Author's Note: this has been revised so many times...lol....I still don't quite have it where I am satisfied...oh well
Posted on 06/09/2011
Copyright © 2025 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 06/09/11 at 11:49 PM There is agonizing, heart wrenching pain in those lines. I'll mourn for Annabelle, you make her real to me. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/23/11 at 04:34 PM I adore this impeccable ode, Melanie. in particular this line; I peccantly pondered the creator's start. it just rolls effortlessly o'er the tongue. |
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