Open Poetry #42 |
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10th Winter |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
This field, this beard of mine That catches the winter moon And knives through my white spilled shirt, Rippling a hole under my neck, Under my thoughts, The way my mouth opens At the skin that nudges me Against a seamless forever, That caches the stunted silence, The runner’s quiet, knees dipping Into the feet that spin their Bones towards a line of strength, Of vision, a cheapened season, That carries heat from the dawns musk, And a sweat that defies my bodies caved skin. A cold 10 around my lips, Through my hair, coughing the hairs That lay above my arms, And like 10, the 10th of winter Lyes a day I came and a day I saw me, undazzled, Standing with a shovel to the Summers weary heat. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Read several times. I can't say that I understand all of them. Do you want to tell me what the 10 means? (unless it is an open mouth and a knife beside it. ![]() I will read again. enjoyed the experience. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Hey Tom- Happy you enjoyed. 10 is the day of my birthday, which is why I hold it significant. Take care. -Tomer |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Then happy Birthday, Tomer!!! ![]() But if this was a birthday poem, why the knife of shaving but not of cake?! Still enjoyed the "deep throat" poem. ![]() Thank you for your explanation. Tom |
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