Free verse № 20595

remnants

Member since 2001 · Posted 15 Oct 2002 · 2 comments

carve into this niche wait for the stitches to dissolve solve this mystery of remnants and scraps of memory turn the tables turn me on the knives we held make such noise as they drop to the floor scar tissue the issues we had with one another slowly fading slowly healing now we're feeling for something more the loss was minimal it would be criminal to deny this once we were frightened but we shouldn't fight it i never dreamed i'd find this in you but when i wasn't looking you turned into the most pleasant of surprises

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[7] Christof 16-Oct-02/2:31 AM Reply

I quite like the internal rhymes you use. The progression of the poem is somewhat mysterious, but perhaps that is fitting as it ends in a surprise (but is 'pleasant' too weak a word?)

[n/a] god'swife 16-Oct-02/2:31 PM Reply

The sutures are unravelling that hold this thing together.