Open Poetry #46 |
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ACCEPTANCE |
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since 2006-04-29
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ACCEPTANCE I wave to the sun that sleepwalks across the sky I wink at a god who hides a limp beneath a long robe the moon and my finger make a lollipop - I lick the dark side the lips of my wounds sing the names of those who curse me I eat with a five-tined fork made from the arm of an infant skeleton I blow a kiss to the ancient face that stumbles into the mirror poetry podcasts, blogs and photopoems at URL= http://anthonyarmstrong.ca |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
"the moon and my finger make a lollipop - I lick the dark side the lips of my wounds sing the names of those who curse me" __________________ Anthony, it's good to see you posting here more often now! ![]() As always you have the best imagery and powerhouse phrasing, the ending is very powerful; this certainly is a poignant piece about the numb of acceptance....I'm baffled that this poem hasn't garnered any replies yet. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I always enjoy your unique and powerful poetry, Anthony. This is exceptional. Ida |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"the moon and my finger make a lollipop - I lick the dark side" ...I love the visual memory this line leaves on my mind...the rest...well, I suppose I would call it ponderous...it is a multiple-read deep well (and I love deep wells...seems the water drawn from them is always so refreshing) |
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