I just recieved notification that one of my poems may be published in a gift book. The editor said that she likes my work and encourages me to submit more. Those are the sweetest words a poet can hear!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Exodus
Her room I used to call a “sight”,
With piles everywhere;
I’d accept it now without complaint,
If only she were there…
Her clothing hung in closet row,
In colors she admired;
But now the closet pole is bare,
The walls look plain and tired.
The bedclothes used to shift and fall,
And hang upon the floor;
Her room is now abandoned…
She doesn’t live there anymore.
With piles everywhere;
I’d accept it now without complaint,
If only she were there…
Her clothing hung in closet row,
In colors she admired;
But now the closet pole is bare,
The walls look plain and tired.
The bedclothes used to shift and fall,
And hang upon the floor;
Her room is now abandoned…
She doesn’t live there anymore.
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