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WENDY STERN - POEMS

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  • EARLY POEMS

    • Continuum
    • Darshan
    • Hardship
    • Missing Andy
    • Misty morning
    • The challenge
    • Travelling
  • POEMS 2013

    • Angles
    • Blood of a woman
    • Bubbles
    • Disbelievers reign
    • Fingertips
    • Learning to Die
    • Melancholy in solitude
  • MORE POEMS 2013

    • Planetary remorse
    • Powerlessness
    • Sometimes
    • Sometimes life stands still
    • Target
    • The Compassionate Breath
    • The darker years
    • To the Buddha
    • Trapped on the inside
  • POEMS 2014

    • Behind the Scenes
    • Can't Make the Change
    • Devoted
    • Dying softly
    • Every day
    • Faith
    • If I could
    • In the space of a breath
    • July Rupa
    • Losing you
    • Loss's fool
    • Nina
    • November
  • MORE POEMS 2014

    • Pieces
    • Pieces of suffering
    • Re-envisage
    • Shallow waters
    • Slowly, slowly
    • Steps away
    • Take
    • The Executioner
    • The gift of the Dharma
    • The healer
    • The last time we touched
    • To all that is left
    • To all those of us
    • Too many walls away
    • Winter's beginning
  • LATER POEMS

    • A simple wish
    • Blue moon at my window
    • Exhaustion
    • February days
    • Impermanence
    • Poem for someone called Wendy
    • The gap
    • Why? (Dusky blue)
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    Angles

     

    Once,
    All I was, was angles.
    Elbows, finger joints, pelvic bones,
    Skin sagging, like draped material,
    A map-of-the-body,
    Of blue veins.


    You have to be dying to get help, it seems,
    In this world.

    Funny, that.

     

     

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