Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Double Minded

A Woman's Touch

reach for the moon
let it bleed through your fingers
leaving only the stain of ambition


Ambition

A book of verse before the hearse
To comfort mankind, I leave behind

2 comments:

Trent_Dougherty said...

I hope you don't mind I sent your poem to a poetry expert of mine at Yale (actually now teaching at Wheaton) and he really liked it and said it conjured Plath.

By the way, speaking of "a woman's touch" in the more conventional sense, I like the new look.

Christine Ansorge said...

Plath? Wow. Feedback, it's a terrifyingly good thing.

I don't mind at all, in fact, I'm very grateful.