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Poetry By: Terry Collett


Submitted:Feb 3, 2008    Reads: 86    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

She seldom knows you now
As once she did,
A darker self appears
Behind the selfsame face, but hid

Like one unknown to you
From distant lands,
With different voice,
Different hands,

That reach to touch
But not too much.
She seldom speaks
With sense as once she spoke,

The sounds like little squeaks,
Gone now the joke,
The funny pun or tale;
All attempts to start, fail

Like fledglings who seek
To fly too soon from nest.
She seldom sees you now
As once she saw, her eyes

Are murky ponds
Beneath the summer skies,
Where dead things float
Which attract the flies,

She stares, but does not catch
Or keep the sight of you
As she would want to do,
And hold your gaze

In other times, in former days.
She seldom hears you now
As once she heard,
Her ears are closing doors,

That hears not word
Or sound the same,
Just a distant rumble,
A forgotten name,

Another sound,
Some other face,
A fall from grace.


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