Emily’s
Room
The white garment
of length
And feminine genteelness
Was an essence of
eeriness
That poised
across
The empty room
Then lingered at
the paned window
With the pouring
white light
The washed upon the
casket floor
In cleansing
meanings.
A white dress
that told nothing
Of the secrets
held within
Yet, expressed all
In confounding
simplicity
Hidden within
the opaque frames
Of lines and
tense
That propose a solitary
heart
To know a lonely
presence
And to view its
place outside the eye.
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