I wrote this poem in 2007 while stopped at a red light on Garden of the Gods.
Delicacy drops from
the dark sky
and I am not comforted.
The warmth in my clothes
can’t infuse my heart
with heat.
A wall is high and hurtful.
It coldly mocks
any hope within me.
6 responses so far ↓
Kelly // April 22, 2008 at 7:30 pm
I can feel the desperation and have felt the self-mocking. Very well put, Linda…very sad.
writerlulu // April 24, 2008 at 1:33 pm
Thanks, Kel.
hozomeen // April 24, 2008 at 7:56 pm
man
girlgriot // April 25, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Achingly sad. I’m still feeling my way through the contrast between the sentiment and knowing that you wrote it in Garden of the Gods — one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been, and a place that filled me with joy when I visited.
–Stacie
marjiestickgirl // May 3, 2008 at 7:45 am
your a very good poet, very
marjiestickgirl // May 3, 2008 at 7:47 am
I meant you’re…Mac is typing and is totally
responsible
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