Stones loosened by a trillion years of battering
caulked by trample down of man
forests being moved, tree by tree,
seeds being shuffled through cloggy air
women stop bleeding by their own hand
as dry-blood stories, drop like sand
children pressed to a dry breast
she rummages and pries at us like peas from pod,
dropping us into her apron fold
in hopes we will make some good of ourselves
Author notes
prompt - LIFE IS A HAPPENNING NOT A MIRACLE
LET US ENJOY IT IN ALL ITS DELIGHT AND DESPAIR
jpg - shelling Peas Frederick McCUBBIN
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A contest entry
- LOVE TO LIVE --LIVE TO LOVE by Purush.
550 points, ended June 27, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh may I join your irony that doesn't have to shackle for long
your beginning is toned as an extension of the overheard attitude thinking we can stop and turn something around with our heel, or brakes when there's hyper life by our building and we denote to end it as bad. quite defined emphasis it seems. and then to carry reader to quote "seeds being shuffled through cloggy air" on top of that has me think double meaning there like talk isn't for walk...
the forcefulness over nature may break us by prescription or other desperate deprivation, rather than how earthy recipe might get us to ends by vitamin c route that isn't short circuit but oxygenation with means. so some diets assuage menstruation as animals in wild don't need to wish perhaps...
but rough edges are exacerbated by "children pressed to a dry breast" with no real filter for what to feel for.
and thus the prerogative is thought over as by what passing can be done, if no wielding through yielding.
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wow...good write, good luck in the contest!
~Raiko
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