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For the Taste of Love Forbidden
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For the Taste of Love Forbidden |
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Sparticus Member
since 2003-11-15
Posts 245 |
I return to the grave of my father, shrouded by the horrible mists of of his slimy secret carried in my mother's sighs, and slap his headstone until my hands are stained in his blood. His name slab heavy and sinking in the sediment, going to Hell for his sins against the town filled with his widows dressed in veils of black lacy shame. From this parched place barely feeding, a home vomits its tendrils of hopeless desire. This home, its roots tapped into the soil and the blood I am forced to drink. I scream at the wilted flowers splayed in the dirt like the women he stole the warm love from. This thief stole my future. "Father, father...you bastard!" I shake off the bitterness of hate and move across the gray grass field with hopes he died begging forgiveness for spreading his seed in slattern unsaterie. No home to turn, I move away, Far, far from the mother that fed me blood and fear, far from this tainted place full of saddened siblings and a father now dead, and never forgiven! Even with insects- |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
A very powerful piece. The flow seems to build the anger, which in turn feeds the theme of illegitimacy. Well done. CB 8) |
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Sparticus Member
since 2003-11-15
Posts 245 |
Thank you, this poem had many incarnations, started out as a Sestina. I appreciate your comments. Sparticus Even with insects- |
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