Wednesday, April 28, 2010

[Poem#12] Stuck

I don't transition well -
she said with a burdened laugh
before she turned to
watch her lovers move forward
as she remains behind,
stuck in the mire of the present.

(I like this as it is. And I like how it looks. But it's very short. Maybe I'll try adding something to it later and see what happens. Also the title is awful).

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