Grandmother,
the ache of summer is in my bones.
I sit by you quietly, picking out the forgotten weeds.
The shadow cast by your stone reminds me of July,
the light in your throat,
the final test tube, and silence.
Author notes
definitely still editing.
A contest entry
- dear......., by Nicolette.
1100 points, ended April 14, 2008, 43 entries
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Comments
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i always like your poetry and its matter-of-fact, bare-boned human quality...
i also like how this piece can be viewed as either a visit to a warm body or a gravesite. in either case, the memories overlap
very nice write
thanks for entering
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I see that you're "still editing" but I like what I see here very much.
A very poignant piece of writing... i could visualize this scene. Somehow the line "the light in your throat" really spoke to me - loved it.
As I've said, I like this note - especially the voice here. Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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