Francie Lynch


Hanger Ons - Poem by Francie Lynch

She is the shadow of her own shadow;
A hard green tomato on an October vine;
Like last year's silver tree tinsel;
The inescapable smell of a house housing cats;
A smoker's car;
An arthritic leaf, twisting in early December;
The runny nose of someone's toddler;
An empty gurney in a hospice hallway;
Or the last dark spike impaling dawn.
Hanging on and hanging in.
Not knowing. Not going.
Still here.

Topic(s) of this poem: alienation, isolation, loneliness


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 2, 2019



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