Wednesday, January 20, 2010

grief

the back of each page is blank.
the second half of every thought
a withering trail
that stabs.

a sigh.

a dimension is missing.
my laugh is hollow,
the stars are just a stain upon the sky

for you are gone.

sar 2010

2 comments:

  1. I really like it Simone. i don't know the first thing about writing a poem, but you're good. It does capture grief.

    Maybe I'll have a go at your project...be a haiku poem tho.

    ps. sorry my blog is sso hard to read on your computer. But I do like that theme.

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