CLEAN WOOD
I odered this , this clean wood box .
I spent more time choosing my last suit
And I won`t be wearing it a year from now.
She`ll wear this wooden overcoat to Eternity .
I don`t know how
To face these hours .
Now they bring the flowers
And place the sympathy books
At the door where we must later face the looks
of pity – because people think they should .
Steeped in prayer , stripped of feeling .
Clean Wood
Is it emotional ?
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Just a quick comment-- I don't find it to be emotional, but more like a short story, as some of your other poems, I notice, tend to do. This is not a disparaging remark. I like that your poems always leave me with not just images but actual scenarios to think about. This one does convey the helplessness of loss very well. I like it.
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celestialpie
April 12, 2006
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