The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 2/20/2009)

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Stillbirth

On a platform, I heard someone call out your name:
No, Laetitia, no.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing,
but I rushed in, searching for your face.

But no Laetitia. No.
No one in that car could have been you,
but I rushed in, searching for your face:
no longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two.

No one in that car could have been you.
Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen.
No longer an infant. A woman now, blond, thirty-two:
I sometimes go months without remembering you.

Laetitia-Marie was the name I had chosen:
I was told not to look. Not to get attached—
I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

I was told not to look. Not to get attached.
It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.
On a platform, I heard someone calling your name.

Laure-Anne Bosselaar

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[blueraven95]

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4. Yay for Friday!

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[Chorophyll]

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5. uh huh

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[momto3]

3. Wow - very moving.

Thanks for posting. I look forward to reading your poems daily.

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6. Welcome to the poetry thread

If you check out my journal, you'll find over 2 years worth of poems...

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