It's three years
too long, Guernsey,
pinned in your winds
and your sultry
July cum.
I have stripped you
to the ache of
your dull bones,
the terrible sin
of your faces;
there is nothing
there --
a pound, a pint,
a fanfare of
promiscuity
and this placenta;
it beckons
perversely:
bloody arms
outstretched and
undiscriminating
of its victims.
Guernsey, the
austerity
of your water
sterilizes mine.
You stifle me
with these grey
mornings you
suck fiendishly
at the sun;
and like a late
sleeper, you
offer nothing
that I have not
already taken.
Author notes
Prompt: homesickness.
A contest entry
- The Next Big Thing by Nicole Hanna.
18000 points, ended December 20, 2007, 22 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 1 by chloris.
400 points, ended February 10, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations!!
More than deserved.
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Well i certainly like this a whole lot more than Lisa does...lol Maybe I'll leave it at that, I found this to be quite good and am in no way surprised to find it placing here...
al
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I really like this, congratulations on yer golden goose, pity Cvillelisa couldn't be more gracious,
well done again,
Floorboards.
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Mmmm. I've been anxious for this one to end - cause I like to discover something new in poems.
Certainly nothing New here for me. Full of mostly cliched imagery and a very sort of selfish poem written for yourself mostly.
But hey, the judges liked it and in the end, that is all that matters.
Congrats.
Lisa
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Excellent!
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i really like this piece. so much so, i award it my Reader's Choice and 2,000 points
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Wow, I don't know what to say. I um-ed and ah-ed about whether or not I should enter this poem at all - I often doubt myself and question my own ability when reading the poetry of others on this site; so this is really touching. Thank you again!
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Strong. Poignant, and a nice slap in the face at the end with those last two lines. It's a good pick-me-up at midnight, ya know
Oh... and I reeally love all those yummy s and p sounds going on in this poem. You know how to work it, I must say. Glad you decided to work it here
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I really love this you know. This is goooooood. I feel stupid for leaving such a dumb comment. But you get my point. That's what's important. Good luck in the contest.
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Thank you Dear! x
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