To all the fingers
dangling keys
to large locked homes
grey and green
cars
clasping
the cutting plastic
of bank cards
and credit cards
weighed down
with wedding rings
pulling up washed,
white bedsheets
curling in cold prayer
for more whipped cream
weekend road trips
remember me
hobbling down
the alleyway
nothing as official
as all that
tying me to a life
remember my thinning
spine, faint
fingers
that reach
for nothing.
-ameena mayer
3 comments:
I love alliteration & how you've used it here. Your content is original & very moving. Well done, Ameena.
Thank you! I do find alliteration helps words move smoothly...I'd love to read some of your poetry on here!
saddens me, so little hope in the image save the power of resentment she carries. a force for surviving? you poem makes me think about that question. I enjoy your sparing use of words
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