melt-down

melt-down

invisible enemies
winding her frenzy,
a woman goes awry.

even oaks tremble
in the sudden storm.

12/26/82

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to melt-down

  1. Penny Duane says:

    Why does this one suddenly remind me of that nurse in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest?

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