The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/29/09

[BlueIris]

"Twin"

The incubator
was not lens enough
to show me where you flew,
out of the doctor's fingers,

out of the air's restraint.
And all their mirrors
could not lure your breath.
You were the part of me

that gave itself to death.
Sometimes I dream of eyes,
sealed with a membrane
of unknowing

like a mystic's veil,
that open to my glance
without surprise.
Sometimes I dream

of perfect understanding.
Sometimes I snatch
at hands that seem to seek
as through a caul.

Sometimes I waken
With an infant's shriek.

~Mary Rose O'Reilley

[RetroLounge]

1. nice

Sometimes I waken
With an infant's shriek.

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

3. Her book, "Half Wild," is easily the best thing I've read this year. nt

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

Wow...how poignant.

You were the part of me

that gave itself to death.

Really lovely.

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

4. Kick, for the evening crowd. nt