Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 8,547 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Speak To Me Of Prose - Poem by Is It Poetry

Those lines so tight and light they speak to me of prose.
The way that time turns back the clock,
this woman not a girl.
Open doors, clear windows show what I have to give.
Deep inside the closet is a door -closed he showed me.
Because you liked it still - Still I like it to!
Perhaps one day the woman that always was I am.
Perhaps one day the little girl out side she ran away.
My brain once his, is seen - I can not let it go.
Those the wise the way I choose when wisdom is because.
Above his mantle sits my clock, below his looks I have.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011

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