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Sundry bedding and bodies





At dawn when I rise, when I sing to him,
  him with his little black boy curls behind little white boy ears,
    him with his ardent passivity and uncouth loveliness,
  it is then that I sense the suffering seed
    is within me, too,
      latent in all the succulent things
          that rise to greet our disbelief.




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  • jazzcat gold member
    November 10, 2008

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    I love this style and the scene you create. In so few words the reader feels more than expected and is left wanting more. I'd pick a favorite line, but I wouldn't know where to start -- I like them all.

    Great job.


  • marc creamore
    September 15, 2008

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    "the suffering seed
    is within me too"

    as it is in all of us . . . We are born, we experience the many variants of life and then we pass over to who knows where . . . a powerful write sister . . .

    Marc