Echoes of a slamming door
And I’m struck down
Pressed with devastation
The weight suffocates
A contest entry
- 15 words by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended May 22, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I have carefully thought it out and have come to the conclusion... What?... Who you talkin' 'bout?
Comments
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The ending is where the strength lays -
nicely done. -
second half strongest gist
this has event and analysis becoming connected physically
relating to this is all too often, even a baby in thick separation of choice with swung door that can slap upon ear and tonal ton... a child with hard delight of crib can be like no swaddling time from cosleeping of womb per se which can force understanding, but as pregnant woman never holding bottom of belly for bass note!
deep ties to developed --
babies are my subject

