a year ago
my fingers wove tight in yours
knuckles white as the sterile floors
cold
answering our heels' cries
with hollowed whispers floating
hand
in hand
down the hall
echoed
in our eyes
mine brown
blank
yours hazel red
rimmed
moist
i can see your long lashes
cling
to each other
fused
by the gritty question
why?
by: Jenica Mae Corbett (3/7/11)
This poem takes me back to the style of the World War 1 poem "anthem for a doomed youth." I really like the image you have with the eye lashes clinging to each other and I am always a sucker for the "gritty question why?" I think your poetry is making modern poetry new by having a discernible meaning and rhyming occasionally. This poem is heartbreaking.
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