Memoir
Louise Amkaer
[amkaer@hotmail.com]
From a state of desolation
I search for the hope of joy
-- desperate in my actions
but I am located below society
in a class below hierarchies
invented by learned men on pedestals
where dusk gives birth to life
-- and dawn to death.
Dark clouds and ragged curtains keep out the sun
notes and coins are the bars to the locked cage
which distances me from the future
here among creatures shy of dawn and day
I bury myself in the dung of my memoir's unwritten pages.
Poem © 2000 Anna Louise Amkaer, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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To any reader of my work, Please write me and tell me, what you think. Does my poetry
make sense or is it a hopeless jumble of words?
Thank you.
amkaer@hotmail.com
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