The last moving session brought up a lot of opposites for me; people wearing black and white, crying and laughing, hard and soft, silence and noise, joy and pain. All of these opposites led me to write the following.

Am I crying now?
Why does it sound like laughing?
The memories fade.....

Suck at my nipple
No milk to nourish the soul
Why am I empty?

Cry, laugh, black and white
Tonight I see opposites
Is there some meaning?

©2007 Don Weatherbee, Brunswick, Maine

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hello Don, Wow, it is so good to see your name. It has been so long...many years, since we moved together. I hold many moments in my memory. Best to you. Heidi Ehrenreich