Hello there friends,
here's a new one for c&c:
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The Poem With No Title
I see the curved edge of the shovel
as if memory were a personal cinematheque
Hear the dry ground protest against
the force of blade
the metallic snack of shale
that jars arms
sets teeth on edge
I can still feel the spine protest
as foot levers sod
over and over until the hole opens
wide enough and the thought
that it would never
could never
be deep enough never deep enough
to hold this pain
I see feet walk the path
toward a crooked gray house
with porch steps worn down in the center
See the hand pull the screen door
hear the screech of hinges
like the lid of a coffin
reluctant to open
The feet plod up stairs
enter a bedroom
The back feels a quilted mattress
The bones fall into place
Through the open window
the song of an oriole
shares the holes of my ears
with the tears
creeping from my eyes
and the sound of the bird
changes to the ocean
trapped inside a its shell
~*~
Cheerwell, Mary :O)
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Good Cheer & Be Well,
Maryann Hazen Stearns
"Under The Limbo Stick" http://www.geocities.com/Faerhart/
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