Kornelia Birch Poet Elegy

Deathbed

Binding red ribbons
around silken syllables

Combing wisdom
from my eyelids

Stroking ashes
from my hair

psalms of our palms
sleeping in each pore

Meet me in death

Do not look
at my hands

Do not kiss
these opaque lips

They are
too old
to forgive

too young
to forget

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 13, 2017 at 5:50 AM - Great written, Kornelia :) - (For å få besøk på dine dikt .... du må lese og gi komentarer til andre - Jeg leser ca. 15- 20 dikt hver dag :) - Håper du har en fin Påske :) - klem fra Anne-Lise :)