Thursday, June 12, 2008

Triplicate

She wrote her songs
in triplicate always.

One she said was for her,
one was for others,
and the last she buried.

In soil
or snow
depending.

She said this one was for God,
and that she was afraid
that if she did not give thanks

did not pay proper tribute
her words would leave her,
as people tended to do.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lips

Eyes pools of hazel soup
Draw you in, pull you like taffy
Manipulate to soften

Small, frail, alabaster, granite
Beckons for love

Lips sip suck lie betray
Steel blood

Approach the butterfly
Burn like a moth

Sole interred
Grief denied

Look to repair heart
Listen well
Know love of truth

Study hard
Leave the lost
Find truth in life

Redemption is elusive
Healing leaves scars
Trust was broken
Pain marks the spot of
The hearts that fell into the soup


S. R-B. (All rights reserved)
07/07/2009 3:54:51 AM

Dawn McSweeney said...

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this!

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday.

S. R-B.