Shopping For The Perfect Card - Poem by Laurence Overmire
Pretty cards inked with flowers, beaches, boats and such
Do not express
What lurks within the heart
There are no sugar-sappy words for
Pain. Grief. Loss.
We hallmark our relationships with illusions
To sweeten the bitter taste of salty unshed tears
In the wounds of famil-i-ar
Battles lost, never won.
(Previously published in Nuvein, Feb.2000, Issue 7)
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