6.26.2009

Exit



Acquainted with suffering
shoulders hold the world
Bent with their worries
no room for her own

Searching for exit signs
above doorways
And trapdoors
in hallways

She came in somehow
There has to be a way out
of this
and that

3 comments:

  1. Capturing that moment in your unique and gentle voice, Tina, but the finest of the craft give the poetry an edge. You tread this line of sentimentality versus beauty with such precision and you have written some of my favourite poems of all time, this is another.

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  2. I second Paul - again! Your poems are so much gentler than mine, and yet they also say the serious & much-unsaid.

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  3. suffering could be physical or emotional...love it

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