 | Latest Poem: One for sorrow |
| One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy... I trusted superstition when I really needed God But the magpies just laughed at me Declaring joy, for the first time I can remember, As we were slung into the pit of fire. You, you wore white yesterday, now black Your beautiful green cat's eyes suddenly cold monuments You rub your tender belly, Inches from the child cradled there, Behind your coffin-hard abdomen. For a moment, I see formaldehide dribbling from the corner of your eye; I see the entwining, enwombing, embalming love of a mother, writ large upon your fearsome face; I look away. I've seen too much. One for sorrow, Two for Joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for Silver, Six for Gold, Seven for a secret, never to be told... One for sorrow, One for sorrow, oneforsorrowoneforsorrowsorrowonenooneonenononooneforus. |
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 | Poem Category: Dealing |
| Poems in this category:
One for sorrow by SpacedInvader (Jan. 19) It goes on and on by shyla (Feb. 24) |
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