Other Poems by:

Doug Holder

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A Reflection of Myself In Her Eyes

Perhaps it is not 

her I love. 

Not her wistful 

gray/blue eyes 

but what they reflect-- 

some dusted, discarded 

image of myself 

that reappears 

to my stunned 

surprise.   


Perhaps 

it is not her many virtues 

that I see, 

but that younger 

hopeful 

reflection of 

Me.

Vacation From Selfhood

Oh-
the bliss
of the blank slate.
When "nothing"
crosses the mind's
portals
much more
than once.
That identity
that clings
like a cheap suit
releases your
body
from its
musty grip.
The constant
rehash
the replay
lost
in an
amorphous ether.
Asleep...
Awake...
Neither?

Before I Go...

And will 

there be a 

place with a delicious 

hush... 

a lap in the land 

where I can finally rest 

my riotious head. 

And there 

will be no need to 

charge the wind-- 

I will let it 

brush and 

replenish my 

barren cheek. 

Will I accept 

the ocean's tide 

the high and low 

the ebb and flow...   



before I go?

Colonoscopy

Colonoscopy 

in the funeral parlor bathroom 

and thought 

odd 

how the light 

seems to divinely illuminate me 

through the stained glass window 

as if I was part of a purifying ritual.   



I strained and strained 

and wondered about 

that test 

and how long 

I have before 

that dreaded 

rest.

**Copyright 2007, Doug Holder
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