Melanie Emikohe


At Seventy-Five - Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Ecstatic once,
good old years
of youth's confidence.
swaggered a red carpet,
even without a crowd.

I didn't notice
when neighbors whined
and houses sprawled to rot
because I was young,
soaked in clouds.

Aged now but not quite;
For she's remembered
like petals of dawn.
Wherever she may be,
blows back life to me.


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  • (2/16/2007 10:09:00 PM)

    Lovely poemo Melanie

    All the best
    Roger
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  • (2/13/2007 3:57:00 AM)

    You are very talented. Very perceptive. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 8, 2011


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