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Poe-m-try, Letters

Posted on December 7, 2012 by anna mosca

*

.

drowned

an old suitcase

full of letters

.

heart swollen

the words he left

with me

.

wonder stitched to him

what was temporary

lasting

.

inked letters

drawings on paper

almost invisible

.

once

I now see

a river

.

unstoppable

.

-Jan. 19, 2010-

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3 responses »

WB on December 19, 2012 at 12:48 am said:

I can feel the grief in this poem, but yet the end strikes me, as one now free. Excellent poem.

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- anna mosca on December 19, 2012 at 1:06 am said:
  
  Truly so, thank you.
  
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  - WB on December 19, 2012 at 1:11 am said:
    
    You’re welcome.
    
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