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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

The Crying Couch
Charlotte Reeves Bowman

Turn of the century old
Embedded with ancient woes...
of women
needing answers about
yesterday's scolds.

Folded within its mattress of meshed gold,
lies the tears of
pretty beginnings
that have started to mold.
Wasted hopes-
Neutered ambition-
Reckless wants spring comfort to burdened bones.

The crying couch,
turn of the century old,
a tomb for my genders woes.
A daybed of

A soft mattress.....
Melancholy's throne!
The crying couch,
turn of the century old.