She feels ancient, cracked
and scarred as earth, held

low by gravity’s blow and
pain’s untimely birth. Seld

-om and slender are her
smiles, reined in to dam

both -age and tears. She
fears this wasted wand

-ering heart may never be
-lieve in its own worth.

Written for Poetic Asides.


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5 Responses to Antiquity

  1. Not a very fun place to be, I know. You have expressed this well-good choices and placement of words to get the feeling across.

  2. Sara v says:

    Exquisite enjambment!

  3. ihatepoetry says:

    Yes, I believe some of the pain we feel is the genetic remnant of pained generations. Great write.

  4. I can so relate…underestimated, undervalued and underappreciated…sometimes any way. 🙂

  5. Susan Chast says:

    And her lines are broken, scattered and hesitant. Makes me believe she has a hidden chance.

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