Monday, October 09, 2006

Like it doesn't exist

I am praying for amnesia
a beautiful unknowingly to ease this weight


that lays over my life

a magnificent erasure of that
waking death he carved
into my soul,

there’s nothing left to salvage or save
so show me mercy tonight and
erase
erase

11 comments:

crimsonflaw said...

writer woman your poetry has healing virtues..simplicity is everything.. all the rest is con art

writerwoman said...

smile...that means a lot.. thanks!

Susan Abraham said...

Hello Writer woman, (Sara)
Your poems are just as beautiful and I could learn so much more from you.

love

Kilroy_60 said...

This








I was going to say something, but I forgot.

Stjernesol said...

depth and meaning, in so many ways...

Kilroy_60 said...

Pleased after my last near miss comment that you picked this one for the carnival. Definitely a powerful piece.

Thanks for sharing it.

Heather in Beautiful British Columbia said...

Beautiful! Thank you for sharing via the carnival :)

Usha said...

gloomy, forboding, poignant
distilled poetry!

Stargazer said...

Ignorance is bliss... but you said it much more beautifully.

Naomi said...

Good strong verse. I found your blog via the carnival. You are very talented.

Rax said...

hey, I saw this poem in my scrying glass.