Lisa Zaran

Rookie (September 26,1969 / Los Angeles, California)

Tenderness - Poem by Lisa Zaran

All around me, the sky with its deep shade of dark.
The stars.
The moon with its shrunken soul.
Can I become what I want to become?

Neither wife or mother.
I am noone and nobody is my lover.
I am afraid
that when I go mad,
my father will bow his downy head
into his silver wings and weep.

My daughter, O my daughter.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011


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