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Muted
by Alison McKenzieLife is still muted, uncertain
If an actual awakening is possible.
But the heart stretches;
Eyes wish for vigor
To bleed into the arms,
While the arms, unsure of substance,
Cannot yet feel the solidity
Of anything
Beyond air. 08/20/2014
Posted on 08/20/2014
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/21/14 at 10:15 PM Beautifully rendered, Ali. Subtly profound as a great poem should be. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/21/14 at 10:28 PM The first two lines drew me in...as everything you write, this was profound and nicely done. "Muted" huh? No, you spoke loud and clear, my friend. Well done. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/28/14 at 03:17 PM Loved this POTD, Ali! |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 08/28/14 at 10:53 PM It's nice to see one of your many wonderful poems highlighted here today... the honor is well deserved:) |
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