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In maths class, when Debs unhooked her bra and pulled it out through her shirt sleeve!
My Most Unforgettable Moment In High school Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl
09/06/20
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
Sara Kendrick
Contest Name
"Song Of Solomon"
good old Solomon of the wise,
offered to part a child by slice,
the caring mother she went crook,
so he gave the babe to that old chook, (the real mother)
not otherwise....
other mother got denied.
unhooked.
I eye you
behind the nudes of the dying light!
The dark water is sucking the muted sky,
you breathe inside!
Canopy above
lost in sight!
I feel more azures
And the final notes you left unhooked...
Six a.m,
I could better mind,
the silence of the rustling silk;
on the spots of yellow lights lying in the bed
growing fade ……………
He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.
In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.
They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.
His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.
When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.
I turned around- should not have looked.
They all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked.
Today would be the final show.
That arm with claws was soon unhooked
to swivel, reach up high, and crash.
I turned around- should not have looked
to watch it make that painful gash.
With digs and pulls, they tore it down.
My childhood home and yard, rebooked
to build a bridge from town to town.
I turned around- should not have looked.
A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.
Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.
And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged every tree--
Recalling just how green and full
The branches used to be.
But then I felt a drop, or two
Reminding me again--
That winter is no place for leaves,
But rather snow, and rain!
~M