Letters To Sharon 8.17.09 Poem by Corinne LaMoreHarber
Letters To Sharon 8.17.09
Your face,
like the rings
inside trees,
measures my years,
measures my dreams,
measures the distance
of just how far
I fell short.
Your arms, I once walked to
only to wander away,
lay helpless,
tired from another long day.
Our ties slowly fraying,
with each trip
we take
around the sun,
from the weight,
and the bitter taste,
of all that can't be
undone.
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4/25/2024 2:38:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love the contrasts and play between human feelings and natural images