Thursday, April 23, 2015

She Is History (a Poem for Day Twenty-Three of PAD)

The prompt for day twenty-three is to write a historic poem. I personalized my poem because I'm feeling a little blue tonight.


Photo by Mateusz Stachowski
I Light a Candle for You


She Is History

She had history.
She was unwanted,
and then wanted, before
she could even speak.
She slurped milk
from crystal, lived
in Paris, nursed
her abandoned heart
with a mausoleum of light-
bulbs she planted
to lead her to the other side.
She had history—
two years of swapping
fluids and tissue
with strangers
wasn’t strange at all to her.
She had a job to do:
to live. But the swap
was an even exchange.
He died. She died.
And now,
she is history.

(in memoriam)


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4 comments:

  1. This touches me deeply -- evoking strong familiar feelings... "nursed her abandoned heart
    with a mausoleum of light-bulbs she planted to lead her to the other side" -- unforgettable image! And, the attached photo brings tears to my eyes. Just beautiful!

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    1. Thank you, Nurit! I'm glad to hear you felt a connection.

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  2. Wow, this is quietly majestic. Well done.

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