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A Shoulder Voice
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A Shoulder Voice |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
I wandered slowly into town Don’t paint those green fields hawthorn lined And apple blossom boughs that don’t exist, Paint soot grained dreary terraced streets Where cancer coughs best cherub smiles And dark diseases happy play upon each kiss. Saw people busy milling as I went Don’t picture windmills; lies of never tasted bread Or whiff of flour; nor chaff nor wheat on stone, See prophets claiming boots from undead men, As undead men claim death in naked feet Alone amid the crow crowd stench and drone Caught lilac meadows on the breeze You saw the flowers didn’t you? Wipe them away, I swear you’d paint bright daffodils on Dante’s sole. The scent’s the posies fanned to mask the walking dead Who, riddled with the worm of plague, are cosseted Behind nailed doors - shuttered from life’s rigmarole And guessed my muse was heaven sent Well guess again. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Very much enjoyed this Grinch. I've a dark humor at times, and I don't know you well enough to gauge the intent, but I found myself grinning. Thank you very much for this'n. |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
Some people write darker poetry some people write theirs on the light side, I was just musing on whether some or none of it came from the same place. I know it looks like a cut and paste critique - that's just a bonus - I wrote this way back. HONEST!  |
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shatteredsilver Member
since 2005-03-31
Posts 63middle of nowhere |
I love this piece! Not at all what I expected, and wonderful for it. The feeling that the litle muse is being evil today, when people complain that your pieces are too depressing... I laughed at the last line. |
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