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Friday, February 02, 2007

Blogger (silent) poetry reading...

Breaking my silence to participate - thanks for the heads up Cara...

Mean Time

The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town,
mourning our love.
And, of course, unmendable rain
fell to the bleak streets
where I felt my heart gnaw
at all our mistakes.

If the darkening sky could lift
more than one hour from this day
there are words I would never have said
nor heard you say.

But we will be dead, as we know,
beyond all light.
These are the shortened days
and the endless nights.

By Carol Ann Duffy

Kelly [ 3:07 PM ]