Garter

Be yourself, they say.  We saw them marry
In due time, give up the garter, throw it
Religiously into the crowd.  For some,
It went that way. Some women threw a fit.
The washerwoman carries, whistles, hums.

Grown cold, two little birds on a wire
Eat their memories for a way of fall.
Religion takes to cold. To know Jesus,
Established nuns study Muhammad well.
Vibration and sound waves, choirs please us.

Reviews

[Ryan Henderson]

I like this poem, like fancyfati said, it is unique, and indeed very well done!

[Cerise]

Wooow..it wasnt the least bit what i expected...ur start to end has different views ...its quite unique...well done

[The Twin Arenas]

Your poems have changed so much. I never know what to except.

The third and fourth lines of the first one flow so well. It's really cool, what it does.

I like it, for sure.