When We Are Changed - (edited)

Cherry

By Bee

Tue, 30 Sep 2014
  • 2858 reads
9 comments
 

When she is out,
and the doors are locked,
and while Black Dog sleeps 
on a remembered bed,

could we talk as we did
before dysphoria,
and would you know me - 
take me back and start over?

Certificate 12
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

Very good. Just right.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Rob

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

Rhythm flows much better now, Bee The speculative element to it resonates after the read, too.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks for reading again, Vera. That's really helpful to know.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks for reading, cherry picker.

Very much appreciated.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

This is a hard one to comment on, because it is so deep. I expect every reader will have got something somewhat different from it.

Beautifully done.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

I think you are right, Jean. Thank you for your thoughts on it, which are much appreciated .

Bee

Submitted by Nolan on

Sounds familiar Bee, too familiar. And in a nutshell.

Brilliant poem. Keep well & Nolan

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you very much, Nolan.

Bee