Handprints On Plexiglass

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How many times did you cry my name
before the new day conquistador
heard your voice and decided
that enough is enough?

Is enough not enough,
when padded cell embrace
and holy haze
hallows the hollow habits
closer again closer?

You know that sound better than me,
the the tin can echo of unbending steel
coming closer closer closer.

Closer than you ever been before
to my ear, please
sing it ring it say it all
right now.

But now, right now,
not even a whisper
escapes.

How many times did you cry my name
before,
then,
ago,
when it did not quite matter?

When this anti-matter solid wall
of nothingness between
raised it's irrefutable membrane
of so close
but so far away.

How many times
will you cry my name,
and watch my face
cry yours?

Just a wingbeat
an eternity away.

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LeBrozLeBrozalmost 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Touching

Beautiful and heart-wrending, Randi.

TathagataTathagataover 19 years ago
Such heartache

and sorrow and pain.

A very moving piece.

and this:

~How many times

will you cry my name,

and watch my face

cry yours?

Just a wingbeat

an eternity away. ~

Is poem in itself.

beautiful work

Glad to see you back

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
I know

how it feels to be on the "wrong" side of the plexiglass,( but is there really a right side?) the dirty, tearstained windows, leaving the marks of wishes and whys all over the outside, the side you cant reach to comfort and you cant even wipe the smears away so they are left for the next visitors,and the tears and aches just build up until janitorial comes along and takes them all away... this is so touching, a wonderful exposure of feeling, really raw and sad, :hugs:

only thing I see, that made me wonder, is there a word missing from this part? maybe a have right before ever?

Closer than you ever been before

to my ear, please

sing it ring it say it all

right now.

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