Laura's comments (member since Nov 12, 2007)

Laura's comments from the ¡ POETRY ! group.

Perishable

There are apples
rotting.
they transform from pure crisp forms
to brown soft bruise.
flesh emitting liquid shame.
decay, reduced to a stink, a cavity, a pair of witches gums.
in the end only yellowed must, crumbled.
apple you are dust, return now
to the sweet dark earth.

Here's another good short poem.


blessing the boats


(at St. Mary's)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love you back may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

-Lucille Clifton

Emily Dickinson is a master of short loaded poems.
Here's one.

[My life closed twice before its close-]

My life closed twice before its close-
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event for me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.