Behind the door
is where my mother
stood me against the wall.
I was one month old,
and she held the pencil
across the top of my head,
and made a mark on the dark wood.
JESSICA LYNN
All capitals,
in her solid script
that always makes me think
of her hands.
I want to pry
that plank of wood
away from the wall,
and keep it safe,
forever.
A contest entry
- Prewrite Phenomenon #2 by Ryno.
300 points, ended February 9, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I really love flashback, past and life poetry like this. It shows the greatness we live each day and night. Good flow, loved it, thanks for entering Prewrites, good luck in the contest.
~Ryan~ -
This is great. Each little flashback is so strongly anchored in time, so "real".
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I love this. It's a great story of images. I can see this entire poem.
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