Pause - A Poem

L. Carter

darkness didn't fall it dropped
in a bunched curtain

like her conversation, polarized.
so i donated old clothes,

said something about heavy
doors or percentages

and who needs words
like diaphanous.

turned to return space
and found the sky in pink-purple

waves like summer heat but
that's not the point.

i might rewrite the night
with her voice, that strange interim

between endings, half awake as day
fades to some dim night shade.

Published by L. Carter

One of Associated Content's Top 1000 Content Producers in 2009 and 2010, LC writes for major print and online news media. She has published hundreds of articles, interviewed some of the most prominent fig...  View profile

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  • Cortney10/8/2006

    i didnt think id find many comments here. but i love reading your confusion... :)

  • jerald9/16/2006

    Lauren, We may not agree on some things. But I have to tell you I really liked this poem. I hope to see more in the future.

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