The dead woman
is watching.
She wants to hang on.
The dead woman
taking long sniffs
lets the heat burst.
The dead woman
sits
without turning.
She dreams
that the rain
is nothing.
These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.
Wow! This is fantastic, Rosemary. Went back and refreshed myself as to the first one, which is wonderful, but this one takes us even deeper, is pithier, and really effective. Love it!
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you. I'm so glad you find it so!
DeleteThe rain only makes us get drowned if we don't put on our raincoats.
ReplyDeletePossibly not a consideration for the dead.
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