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I am a woman without reason to comb tangles
from her hair.1
I'll wake up in the morning, not arising, just to
sit and stare.
I can tell that it is morning only because it's
light outside.
I'll pull the covers over my head as I roll over
on my side.
I now have a television schedule, from soaps to
Doctor Phil
I'll browse the tv guide as dawn turns to dusk on the
window sill.
People don't come by much anymore nor do I listen
for a knock
Eventually I might become hungry, by then it's past
six o'clock.
I'll go into the kitchen for a little food or some
minty tea
Eat, sup, wash dishes, put them up then back to
bed for me.
I've endured another one where the dark goes to light
then to dark
I've cried, I've prayed, I've ached. It seemed subtle
yet so stark.
The day is night. What's come has gone. No rabbit
up my sleeve.
Another sad day of grief within my trap, and soon I'll
have to leave.2
1 in "It is not tortoise shell", by annaswirls ©2004.
2 in "Tears of Desire", by Miss Oatlash ©2004.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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Anonymousover 19 years agoGreat choreography, great depictions of how the light is still dark, AS many people don't understand me when I get to feeling like this, just hopeless, I don't want no company, i just wanna rollover n' grieve 'til it passes! Great insight, Gina!! Keep it up!
Your friend
Ebby from OM
PersonaDarkover 19 years agoImpressed with your imagery and how well you threaded the message you were sharing together in a simple but powerful way. I was also impressed by the structure you used: Long verse then short, giving the impression of a cage door slamming shut or being forced into and trapped within a small place with with ever verse.
This is my new favorite. Well done
WickedEveover 19 years agoa very powerful line from anna's poem and expanded on a woman with no reason to comb tangles from her hair.
feigned nonchover 19 years agoyou know i dont like to comment :) but i had to, a poem that made my heart ache from a wonderful writer of poems. with love and intensity :) feigned....
