Monday, 29 November 2010

Requiem For a Muse: Reprise



You were at your wake.


I sauntered to the bar and
ordered a bowl of my own
words.


Because I'd time to see I'd never written more than when
you moved into my temples.


So, I sigh. Relieved. Resigned.


And push over my shot glass
for you to ink.




50-word poem by Lisa Falzon
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous3 December 2010 at 01:39

    I'm grieving this year. The mark of your talent is how well you mix the colours of sorrow and solace. Thank you.

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  2. Lisa Falzon3 December 2010 at 10:46

    Aww.. <3
    Thanks a lot for your comment.

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