Wanda Coleman

(1946 - 2013)

American Sonnet (35) - Poem by Wanda Coleman

boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this
umpteenth time she returns--this invisible woman
long on haunting short on ectoplasm

"you're a good man, sistuh," a lover sighed solongago.
"keep your oil slick and your motor running."

wretched stained mirrors within mirrors of
fractured webbings like nests of manic spiders
reflect her ruined mien (rue wiggles remorse
squiggles woe jiggles bestride her). oozy Manes spill
out yonder spooling in night's lofty hour exudes
her gloom and spew in rankling odor of heady dour

as she strives to retrieve flesh to cloak her bones
again to thrive to keep her poisoned id alive

usta be young usta be gifted--still black


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  • (8/13/2009 11:07:00 AM)


    This is a tough one to put together. All fourteen at one time, that is. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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