Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Who Grabbed a Star Before Me

Byron, Emily, St. Vincent Millet,
Thanks Plath, for your research, and trying.
You captured life in your written words,
Thus, escaping the bonds without dying.

A hemorrhage, car wreck, a suicide,
Secret notes in the leaf of a book,
Gives those whose lives pass too quickly,
A played again, slow, second look.

All microscopes on a fallen leaf,
Earthworms, Robins clouds moving in sight…
Four line autobiographies,
Before you faded into the night.

They set the standards for our living,
Their thoughts uttered under my breath…
They wrote road maps steering our feelings,
Pioneered the frontiers of our death.

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