dance no squint
a mexican octave
plucked my memory
like a hair on violin put away,
I sing a pitch recalling baby wanted
to be cradled from squat
now in prayer for splice implantation
in reverse restoration of undeserved
but disciple of getting glory again
pulling to under that never drowns
{coalition of true growing together}
window indeed [not just fretting]
butterfly bounced off fence --
I got throough a deep breathing
and then it flew over when I finished set ~
may I push past spontaneous abortion
cultural phrase I don't want to join
if bedside manner is hurtful healing
to not undo damage but scab it
yet there is mercy of no more scars
even invisible not dizzy to understand responsibility progress
resurrection isn't a contest of questions
A contest entry
- about my body parts... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended October 10, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please leave off good luck, unnatural emoticons, applause symbols...hypes
Comments
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I love the curious journey of your view bringing the immages very thoughtful...well done....
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PrabhuDayal Khattar thanks for the inspiration, when I can breathe I can write
I am happy with your compliment for my contemplative piece. I will try to use your points for a pensive contest!
I weigh the value dearly,
call me Carolyn
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