Monitoring Device
Tender, this thing inside
breaks. The fuss of stat!
passes in the instant.
Picture this: once-steep hills
to get across, get over—
rise interrupted by fall.
A solid line shimmers
ahead, stretches so long.
2016 © Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Monitoring Device (Poem)
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creative writing,
death,
health,
heart,
illness,
loss,
poem,
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2 comments:
I'm in awe once again of your imagery~to portray such a poignant moment so peacefully.
Thank you, Michelle.
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