by anne cunningham
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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....makes this honking, haunting sound in the marshland,
a doe, a deer ... please not my aching heart.
...stirs within me, a phantom pain,
far beneath a wound,
already healed ... this cannot be me.
... goes beyond knowing, must continue, forever bleeds,
yet remains intact ... is all I have to give.
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|Reviewed by Joy Marsh
|Anne, this poem grabs you with the first word and never lets go. Profound and moving!
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Jeez, Anne, I keened all through this piece, aloud, because my family's asleep, and I can... the image is haunting, and, gorgeous.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|INteresting use of the environment and natural wildlife to capture the hurt of loves ache. Well done Anne.
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Very well done! I especially like the last stanza!|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Much depth in so few words that express life's anguish and in how much we have given.|
|Reviewed by Suzie Palmer
|Well presented and written Dear Anne!
Love the depth and continuity of this.
And, the drawing too!
Love, Suzie :-D