This Poem was Submitted By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2013-11-25 09:35:15 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Suspirations in a Dark Cavern

                                                                                  This visitation has no lasting denouement                                                                                   beyond the black marks on a blank form,                                                                                   and when the circling birds flee                                                                                   at the shot words, the iterations  of that woman                                                                                   who never ages, who never returns                                                                                   to the same lover,                                                                                     you linger.                                                                                    As her scent fades, as her eyes go dark                                                                                  from the ageless blue,                                                                                   you press a flower to the marked page,                                                                                 the page the lid of a coffin,                                                                                  and you bury them in the stone                                                                                that has been given                                                                                  that a passerby may stop someday                                                                                (or perhaps she herself might return)                                                                                to read what she delivered,                                                                                haphazardly but wondrously                                                                                imparted:                                                                                 there is no remedy but while they live,                                                                               they may live richer. 

Copyright © November 2013 Mark Steven Scheffer

This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2013-11-29 07:13:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
An excellent poem, subtle but feeling, intense but not graphic. As though you had found your voice. Don't lose it. JCH

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