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What comprises pine and the people who stare?
Before a host of mourners, lay the cruel dawn
of fact: the lonely woman prone and drawn
in her box: a tangible box this time, of pine
this time, of a calculus of descent, this time.
A woman who does not part with the girl
has pills, pink panaceas, smooth and small.
Phones screamed death. They summoned suitors.
Calls were lost in the shouts when demons invaded,
as the cry grew deeper and longer and shrill,
a cry from a throat: a nearly pretty throat,
but one which stayed in its strange architecture.
Night is spectacular and cold. There stands
a burst of believing, an entry into
intentions. Existing bleakly is a lover's ghost.
Lamont Palmer
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Max Strong (7/30/2008 9:26:00 AM)
I'm coming around. My favorite of yours so far (tell me, what does that say about me? just curious) . 10 |
Raynette Eitel (12/16/2007 9:06:00 AM)
The mourning within this poem is palpable, the imagery memorable. Your lines 'this time' resonate, reminding us of the finality of the act. 'Phones screamed death' So heartbreaking. And your final words, 'Existing bleakly is a lover's ghost' stays in my head and heart. Very nicely done...analytical, yet emotional too.
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