This is violent and beautiful;
quaint.
Left now is teeth veiled by bitter lips,
skin stirred with liveliness.
Is this ghost town all mine?
Call me king!
Naked and warm like the unborn,
I have It,
the Know
I see and feel and taste.
Wet are my eyes
heart is beat beat beating,
clutching phantom suns.
This wine familiar.
Its all pertinent
every last drop.
A passport stamped surreal
pages worn thin
skinned is my drum.
A contest entry
- Graceful Tongues by rendezvous.
1500 points, ended July 19, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What Empowerment; what Fullness and Light. I want to raise my wristed fists and holler: "Yes! You ARE king! Rule with your gemmed words, oh skinned One!"
Your words are dense with gold and efficacy, from entrance to exit right, all bar one: "its all pertinent every last drop." This line seems excruciated, wrung from hubris fists, redundant. Without it, this is a statement of regal status.
Thank you for this entry.
jen
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