Your Gift To Me

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    Your Gift To Me

    Exhaling petals in the time of need
    I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias
    by pushing buttons on my remote control
    with painful fingers - reminders of lost wings.

    The mini blinds are broken so I peek
    Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns
    I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone
    I'm fine!...and you? - followed by a timid silence.

    Accidental spring brought us back together
    In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform
    And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed
    As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.

    It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate.
    I see returning swallows through your candid eyes
    As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest...
    This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.


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    redbloodink commented on Your Gift To Me

    11-04-2009

    wow I'm kinda lost for the words.... But I felt the emotion of love hurt betrayed and then loved again.....

    Iolanda

    11/04/2009

    Thank you for your comment, redbloodink. Love, Iolanda

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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