this bend of knuckle in nothing
hear it crackle, that bone
grinding against it’s brother
this knee does not nestle nicely
a quick strike from prayer’s platform
knocking the neediness from nutted shells
thumb folds well against the socket
press of images back into knowing
not to grind at a green break
wild willow on your path
is arched and anxious to slap your face
when you have pushed it aside
blustering wind will foul the echo
you wait in vain to validate
you are king, but not star-crossed
watered down words will fill your lungs
if I hold it down long enough
to build up pressure
think twice about the timbre and the tone
of goodbyes and good lucks
since yearn and yank of it awaits
Author notes
A woman scorned...is indeed, a dangerous woman
Written April 28th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Get Angry. by sweetpearl.
300 points, ended April 29, 2006, 33 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"thumb folds well against the socket
press of images back into knowing
not to grind at a green break
wild willow on your path
is arched and anxious to slap your face
when you have pushed it aside"
Geez, my sista...remind me to never make ya mad, 'k??? 
This is vivid, intense, raw & powerful, my Friend...
"think twice about the timbre and the tone
of goodbyes and good lucks
since yearn and yank of it awaits"
When I read the last stanza, which are the lines showing on the sign~in page, I'd thought it was about the impermanence of Life...how we may say goodbye so casually, not knowing it will be the last time we may say it to that person...but you "twista'd" the direction I was heading in... Whatta penning, Lady!!! Bold, strong & pure of spirit, my Friend...Good luck in the contest...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
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