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Monday, January 8, 2007

"of" [a poem]


i

revisit familiar places
within my self.
infinite space and time...

i
find the traces
of my broken heart
no longer sublime...

i
seek the magic that erases
the pain and doubt
from the crime...

of
loving in disgrace
with patience and virtue.
had expected a lifetime


1 comment:

writerwoman said...

Very pretty. The last two words linger on, taking the poem to the next level. All those expectations unfufilled are killers for me in my own life.