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Homecoming (Free verse) by Dovina

I lie beside him in the bed and feel his breathing slow his years and gray still bright mine fading as the night Until his morning hand reaches and I’m gone nothing will have changed his mind at rest my body too Just a short walk an errand really yes, an errand Out the door down the stairs Why was it I left the bed? If I think only this well now and worse with time how can any other walk be love? It’s kinder now before the worst with sense to act his courage strong Del Mar Street still too close a few more blocks then stand and wait Can’t quite remember why I came or exactly where I am only that it’s time Those headlights yes, it’s time two quick steps the lights of home

DoubleU 13-May-05/12:55 PM
'Why was it
I left the bed?'

This one is another example. For this I read Blandness. She keeps looking for the man who isn't nameless, whose face does not blend into all the other faces, she can't find him and that depresses her. Now how was I to know you meant d.m.d.?... Stanza 5 gives the answer. And I overlooked it. Which means that you wrote a strong poem that requires more than just a superficial reading. That's true poetry, I think. It acutally deserves more than the 7 I gave it.




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