XXA Poem by MelaniespaceA poem inspired by poet Mark Strand
Through my window the trees stand bare, No clothing covers limbs, swaying Back and forth, waltzing with wind. In the frigid air I can survive, But in time dries and withers, Dribble running from nostrils. Cracked with cankers, Licked lips, Facing the blistering of a burned face, The moon drifts northward, lividly Behind the gray stratus clouds, Losing dusk and welcoming night. I seal twenty minutes of tranquility, Heat within me clears the cold, As I remove both hands from the glass. © 2008 Melaniespace |
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Added on December 9, 2008 Author
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