good...very good. :)
deborah
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This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
William Carlos Williams
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you worked and spared
and i’ve eaten those plums
while working and sparing
but what is my lack of sleep
in front of yours
& that sense of guilt
i as a child had & now have
in front of your broken hands back
when my work was compared with yours
when it is with yours every moment
now that i eat juicy pineapples
mangos and cherries
when i sit down & say i work - when you never sat down but worked
& said you were working for me
while sparing those plums for our
breakfast
the ones i ate together with my sense
of guilt
they were good i will never forget
because stolen from you
because i was working
but you always said i didn’t
that is why i do
not like plums
any more
Deborah Elizabeth Russell, Artist/Poet
Post Poems | Inside | Cityslide
Shadow Poetry | Parallels Words For The Wind
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