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Doubt

I doubted at nine,
that the tooth fairy gave me money for my tooth.
The money was absent, my mother was all a fluster,
and then I found it after searching and searching.

It made no sense.
How would this tooth fairy survive by paying for teeth.
Did she hold a day job?
Unless some black market was in the deal,
there was no such thing.
The fairy was good and kind,
never to be involved with such scandal.
I doubted her.
It made more sense that money appeared from the loins of my pillow
then from the tooth fairy.

I doubted again at twelve,
when they came knocking crucifying Santa Claus.
How could I believe again after all the lies?
The magic crusted and died like a sore beneath my eyes.

Ever since God was a fairy tale,
and I was waiting for some snake to come
to tell me that nothing was real except
death.
One can except that openly,
like science.
It is proven,
instead of some hoax
the parents dribbled
to make one smile another imaginary day.

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  • runewalker
    May 2, 2008

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    this is effective at many levels, as you tell touchstone stories of crystalized doubt. For the millions raised in those traditions, this has a universality. You build nicely from the well meaning but little lies, to the well meaning but more all encompassing .... well I wont use lies there, in deference to sensitivities .... but the progression is linear.

    nicely done.


  • azure85 gold member
    April 23, 2008

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    Doubt of things taught us, revealed to not be true. It leads to specualtion, can something else also not be what it seems. A very good poem on the prompt, thank you so much.


  • JohnnyD gold member
    April 19, 2008

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    Oh, your classes are doing you very well indeed Philly princess, very, very well.


    indeed, we create
    all we believe
    life to be
    within ourselves
    we take all
    the flavors
    of our senses
    and mix in
    a little hope
    dash of despair
    pinch of longing
    jigger of lust...
    shake it up
    with time
    and pour it forth as
    experience

    the only problem is
    when we do such
    the expiration date
    has always
    expired



    Gander