she was only three
it was a walking doll
her eyes closed when she
was laid on her back
she wore a ruffled dress
hair: blond
eyes: blue
it was a walking doll
when she was laid on her back
her eyes fell closed
she wore a ruffled dress
she was only three
POEMS
A - B
C - D
E - F
G - H
I - J
K - L
M - N
O - R
S
W - Z
MORE OF SB's POEMS
@WATERMARK |A Poet's Notebook
- Disclaimer
Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
TRANSLATE
ChangingLINKS