by Angela Stevens
This lesson in goodbye is a lot like waking in winter
& we are still stunted in growth, humanity as an insect
in amber, dull metallic layer covers the exact details
clinging to our flimsy forms, bending limbs in the
wrong direction, a pull on a vein, the burst of an organ
the denial of an act - & yet here we will wait
Author's Note: Dead funny! by Archie Bronson Outfit. With a smirk and, slight tear, I realise what I am.
Posted on 04/09/2013
Copyright © 2023 Angela Stevens
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 04/09/13 at 10:26 PM|
Some where I heard that patience is supposed to be a virtue and that I was born with more than I should have. Good write lady.
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/10/13 at 09:12 AM|
*****very STELLAR Angela*****
Thank you for sharing this Band that obviously inspired the creative spark.I love it when that happens.This is a really good poem and I like the music too![http://youtu.be/LNGSwk_7BRA] ~hugs :)
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/13 at 11:22 PM|
Wow! How does one begin expressing his response to this poem. Mature, articulate, captivating are three adjectives that immediately come to mind. Glad I had a chance to read it.