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Wed Apr-02-08 07:13 AM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 4/2/08 |
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Edited on Wed Apr-02-08 07:16 AM by BlueIris
"April Poem"
With sixty improbable degrees, new rain, the ground soaked and wondering, shoots of good thoughts nuzzle their way to air and light.
The bedroom window at last opens its dusty ears to the skirmishing of calls: geese already peeled from their echelons, redwings, ducks, cranes, crows.
See in your daughter's hand the crocus petals she would never pick given by her daughter who reached with pink and maroon in her laughter.
Unbidden the chill flashes like floods. You think of March when children kill children. Pickups and mobile homes frolic in mid-air.
You can't stay rooted there. Rising like blood sap again thrills hickory and oak, standing calm, reluctant to show it.
Feel the power that of old was called down from the woman in the always-other sky. Restore the balance. Write the green fiction of May.
—R. Virgil Ellis
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Wed Apr-02-08 05:22 PM
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Crouched on my haunches Wolf am I
Always inside, Feasting on my mind Teeth gnashing, snarling, ripping. Head thrashing Back and forth Bloody spray and salty taste
Kept on a leash At arms length, Sometimes shorter Biting the hand until it feeds it.
Pale moon moves me the hunt, the scent, they call. I stalk alone, In forests of thought Foul deeds dreamed, Must sleep until the beast is weak.
Fat and full now On blood unspilt Until another moon And it's darkest calls Disturb the wolf That lives within us all
Crouched on my haunches Wolf am I
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Wed Apr-02-08 05:23 PM
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Feeling fractured, Life in tatters, Like nothing else matters.
World getting me down, Giving me the runaround Driving my hopes into the ground
Stop. What's that sound?
Progress marching to the rich man's beat While I'm shuffling my feet Trying to get by; a roof, some meat.
Broken roads and empty streets
My path has been shattered Crazy as the mad hatter Sitting here getting fatter.
Nowhere to go but death's door The beast says, "come on bring me some more" You never were rich, but you'll surely die poor.
Body aching and mind about to snap Time that's gone can't be taken back How did a smart guy like me fall into this trap?
Like iron teeth around my legs.
Breaking my bones Not feeding my jones Trying to fracture my home.
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