- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Monument
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Click herea memory for two....
Her life
Read like an epitaph
From seventeen on.
Wanting to hear the voice
Of the woman
Soon left me on my knees
As evergreens shoulder distant eyes.
But as I begin to follow
The outer edges of the stone
With my shaky fingers,
My eyes trickle like water
Seeping out of a rock wall slowly
Down its face until they land
Upon the soil and is absorbed.
But as the wind whispers from behind,
Feels as if her fingers
Run lightly through my hair
As if here to say goodbye.
I stand up and look at the sun-
The blur just too much.
The tissue left behind
Tears touching her name.
- COMMENTS
lipsticksunset1984almost 20 years ago...offering from a poet who has already made a strong statement in previous days. Welcome, and keep posting your verse!
perksalmost 20 years agothis poem rocks me right when entering it. The imagery envoked from "Her life
Read like an epitaph
From seventeen on."
is touching, tugging even. I kept this line with me throughout the reading of the poem, I'd thought originally that you were actually by a "monument" instead of a gravestone. The implications of seventeen and relating it to some old historical monument is incredible, that's where my mind wanted to go, thinking this poem was giving youth and and personality to history. It very well may have done that, but I believe it's about losing a young girl and crying at her grave. This is also good imagery for that, just not as layered as the other would be, maybe I'm inspired to write that, maybe someone else is. Either way, good poem, it made me think.
