Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,069 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Sally Plumb Plumb Poems

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242. Winter 3/15/2009
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244. Wren 3/13/2010
245. Yellow Iris 5/23/2010
246. Zero 8/10/2010
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A Humorous Death

Distance stretches
to the horizon,
over the edge
is the distance down.
I am over
Falling slow as a feather.

My past passes me,
painfully.
It is a long way,
the bottom.
In the mortuary of mind
lay my ancestors
arms open and calling.
The dying left in me
will not speed its entirity
towards the inevitable.

>> <<

My ancestors are laughing now.
Applauding joyfully,
glad that I am released
from the restrictions of being.

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Domestic

A face that's numb
takes pause
to recollect its features.
A mouth that's dumb
can't gasp
its self respect.
The brain's too blind
to predict
its seething injury.

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