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(untitled) what you become
by Leah Laibencurious,
the way
your eyes reflect light;
chips of glass gleaming in the sun
your bronzed skin
pales in moonlight;
when the year begins to fade and die
full wet lips
chap and burn
pure soul
blackens.
curious.
thats all. 12/03/2003 Posted on 12/04/2003
Copyright © 2025 Leah Laiben
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephanie Kent on 12/05/03 at 03:53 PM Very clever. Loved the repetition of "curious". |
| Posted by John Harder on 12/05/03 at 04:22 PM sounds like what happens in winter. good read. |
| Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 12/08/03 at 10:03 PM Leah, I like this a lot. I would have used "orbs of glass" rather than "chips ..." But, de gustibus non est diputandum. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/28/14 at 01:04 PM this is a lovely ode. Congratulations on POTD. |
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