May 11, 2007

Ivette

You stood strong
As an angel
All wing and gossamer

You held so many secrets
Like golden coins
Stashing them away safely

Black eyes
Porcelain skin
Long white limbs

Sitting at the foot of your coffin
Your voice brushing my ears
A soft wind

Linen stained by inky tears and red lipstick
That I wore joyfully
For the truth

You died with my secret
And my secret
Died with you

-Maria Carreón

Posted by Maria at May 11, 2007 04:09 PM | TrackBack
Comments

wow, these poems are pretty darn good! really enjoyed reading them. i don't know how good a judge of poetry i am, but for me what really nails it is how the words can almost immediately bring to mind beautiful (innocent, dark, heart-stirring, you name it) images, and these really did it forme.

Posted by: joanne at May 13, 2007 02:52 AM
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