Comments about Carmen Lee
The Day You Took Your Hand Away From My Hand
The day you took your hand away from my hand
The sun hid his face in the moon.
Tens of hundreds of birds flew into the sky and into the lake,
Searching for remnants of you.
And Rain wept grey tears in the garden blue,
Spoilt the washing we'd hung out to dry,
Made all the colours cry into each other
And I stood, watching nothing for hours, simply watching nothing go by.
As I unattach sodden clothes: skirts, blouses, pants,
Those funny wooden pegs, reminding me of legs:
Your legs and my legs and the shape we made on the bed,
Eyes holding bodies ...