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of doors










It is usually around night
that poets sit and scribble words. But I am not them.
I am not like them; who'll light a candle
to confirm the handwriting in which they've written with-
four hundred million five hundred six; they who think
naked is undressed. They who are just
poets; who lick paper when the door is either closed or opened.

I am not them. I will write at half past midnoon
with my eyes closed, and still know words like none other. I, who believe
that even the shredding of skin is not naked. I am not just a poet,
I am the desert, the Sahara. The naked one, the culmination of every word you speak. I am too many
to be crumbled. I am one who leaves
so many fingers untied; who moves her arm and licks paper
with no tongue,

when the door is closed,
yet opened. So damn opened.









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  • LadyUnique silver member
    April 2, 2008

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    this is simply succulent. i'm bookmarking this so i can read it over and over this is my kind of poetry


  • layla.
    February 17, 2008
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    you deserved it, woman! congrats. .


  • Night Hope gold member
    February 16, 2008

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    You wield a gifted pen, Poet. I understand this one well. Congratulations on a well~deserved chalice. Wanda


  • Cat
    February 16, 2008
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    congratulations on a well deserved placement


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    February 16, 2008
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    forgot these...


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    February 16, 2008
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    congratulations, this was indeed a strong piece...


    al


  • Heart Sutra
    February 16, 2008
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    Interesting.


  • vertigo beat
    February 7, 2008
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    this is so damned fantastic. second stanza definitely won me over.


  • Utok Bulinaw
    February 3, 2008
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    Second stanza is amazing. This is good stuff.


  • Nicolette gold member
    February 1, 2008

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    This is wonderful poetry, and somehow made me think of Neruda ... I haven't been online in quite a while but always delighted to find something new from your pen. Doors is such a powerful and visual metaphor!

    ~ Nicolette


  • tara wilson gold member
    January 31, 2008

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    this poem is so good -
    "I am not just a poet,
    I am the desert, the Sahara."..that you are...beautiful


  • Cat
    January 31, 2008

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    even the shredding of skin is not naked... wish i had written that..

    wonderful poetry.. wonderful imagery that really captures the reader

    m


  • layla.
    January 31, 2008
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    whew. whoa!!! i don't know what sort of poet i am. but this makes complete sense to me

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