Open Poetry #2 |
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Wendy Junior Member
since 1999-09-10
Posts 16Vermont |
The word defect just doesn't sit well, Conjuring some sort of malfunction, A shopping cart of misfits, A toaster that holds the bread ransom, A doll whose eyes close when awake. Congenital? Congenial suited him more; That bridge of freckles Splattered as a wholesome sneeze, Liquid brown eyes imploring for seconds. Seconds he had, and minutes, As the secret ticked away, As the blood gathered and plotted Against him. Aneurysm,they said. Wife and children, they whisper. Someone has reached down With big imposing hands, And pinched the flame Between finger and thumb. One can do that, When cultivating a proper callous. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Wendy - this is a very serious poem - but I still had to chuckle at the toaster holding the toast ransom - Hope you don't mind... |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
Wendy:..HUGS Nan: I thought I was weird until I got to your reply... HUGS ------------------ You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. |
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