Who, who, who

by Melissa   Mar 10, 2009


Who, who, who
braids words in her hair
with a fine tipped pen
that knows not of depths
snarled with hearsay

who, who, who
are you-
with all your abstracted stares
and monotone prattle
armed with a singular question
that waits not
for an answer

to me,
it's all language
a rose bud sting
poems are a definition
of a woman at war
with her dreams,
what a shame
your tongue is that
of an owl
who, who, who
queries everyone
but himself

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  • 16 years ago

    by dogma I

    Nice...I really liked it

  • 16 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    This is really a very unique poem and written perfectly. Awesome.

  • 16 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Yet another great write & read that has
    inspired me...excellent work!

  • 16 years ago

    by Corinne

    Babe, you should be a recognized, published writer - and I am not BSing you- You know I'm a HUGE fan - but your writing is top notch and on a different level from most of the writers here

  • 16 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Clever and unique. I love the repetition of who and the reference to the tongue of an owl. Excellent use of a metaphor. EXCELLENT job!

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