- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Beginning
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Click hereIt ends
and it never ends. Images
of blood and screams echo
in you. There is no reason
for guilt, but years grind
with Why in floods of tears,
shed or not.
Maybe you should have
"something." Maybe,
but this is illusion,
self-inflicted.
We don't live inside
each other much
as we want to believe it.
It ends
and it never ends. One day
instead of coffins
and your own pallor
draining your imagination,
you remember a flower
and some long ago morning
in a sunny yard
when you held that yellow bud
under her chin and asked
Do you like butter?
and that is healing.
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agoyou decide as telling the guides. TK U MLJ LV NV
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoWhen sunk in despair ~ a reminiscense from the past may brighten the day.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoAt first I was thinking that the final line fits with all you're saying. But than I reconsidered; your poem would feel stronger without that last line, it's almost implied.
Anonymousover 19 years agoIt's a five and I would end it with "Do you like butter?"
Simply lovely.
