in the confessional of my comforter
my pulse prays for the decaying squirrel
painted by a brush with my tire
as i watch digital numbers
count to the hour of some shadow god
who constantly stalks me yet
does nothing
i have traveled through clouds
with a window seat
but saw no cities of light,
only the fogginess of uncertainty
that resembles the smoke i exhale
and watch float skyward
while waiting for something
holier than myself
to notice
my grandmother tried to burrow
seeds of faith under my skin
that sprouted for a second
when she emerged
from her contorted and overturned car
with nothing but scratches
and claims of divine protection.
then her heart attack
came like a wildfire
and scorched my flesh
to degrees beyond
modern or medieval medicine,
"turned me red like the devil,"
she preached from her wheelchair
the days have cursed me with wrinkles
too confident for my age
and i fear the sunday television
is not the liar i assume it to be-
or worse, that i was right to deny
the current control over me
since we all eventually plunge
to the darkest trenches
when the waves call to us
with curling fingers
Author notes
thank you for the honor mrs. and mr. medici
my grandmother is doing better now. well, better than me at least.
A contest entry
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"turned me red like the devil,"
she preached from her wheelchair
This is an instant classic, the metaphors both rich and powerful. Loved the personal incorporation and the words of wisdom embedded like ancient graffiti upon Egyptian stone. This caused me to stand up and take notice.
Bravo.
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beautiful poem, I like the imagery. Well wrting and well verse
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Oh! This was such a fantastic write, seriously. Your imagery was almost tangible
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Sailor Ptolema
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the days have cursed me with wrinkles
too confident for my age
and i fear the sunday television
is not the liar i assume it to be-
truley amazing.
i feel this one <3
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as i watch digital numbers
count to the hour of some shadow god
who constantly stalks me yet
does nothing
wow.
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