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an october poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

to unbind; give back

sharp eyes and the promise of a fork stabbed steak


one man decides birth to death is an arc
the woman in dark glasses has a different theory



 

 

ribs are a jail


my hand pressed

against bone
stops your heart

from leaving its cell



 



the front porch pumpkin 

will change


orange
to black


and on a gray day in november i will give it back to the fields

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

m

 

suck it.

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  • poetryality silver member
    October 30

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    You begin this brilliant work of words "giving", and give in the end as well. I love the thought of "returning the pumpkin to the field", and I saw the "jail" formed from the "rib".

    I never leave your page without having stepped into wonder before my exit. It is sucked. LOL


    Love You ♥

    Renee

  • Virgoan
    October 16

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    wow, another good one Ms. M.

    'ribs are a jail' - stunning!

    thanks for the gift.


    P.S.

    your style reminds me of Jewel. A more powerful version of her, the seem hush in delivery is here.


    • Cat gold member
      October 18
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      and here is another one i just discovered... i must not have been getting my notes..
      thanks so much!


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    October 13

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    wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

    love the final stanza most of all


    al


  • Paul F Clayton
    October 11

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    wow ... had to read and re-read it
    and the more i read it the more i like it
    very clever word dance


  • NurseChilly gold member
    October 10

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    the nights are getting longer and the seasons change... as we change and become more enclosed and self absorbed.. i'm not a winter person... born in the summer months, so i crave sunshine.. .. i love how this poem makes me feel things


  • lilAj
    October 10
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    !...

  • Rowan gold member
    October 10
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    Wow. Excellent work.

  • A Prophet of 3 gold member
    October 10
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    amazing hun ...


  • Disturbed Prodigy
    October 9

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    ribs are a jail


    my hand pressed

    against bone
    stops your heart

    from leaving its cell

    that right there for some reason stand out the most in this poem, cause if you think about it, it is right, keep it flowing


  • Pure Thought silver member
    October 9

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    I like the cycle of containment in this... beginning with "give back" and ending with same. Good closure.

    Buddy


  • dewfall
    October 9
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    beautiful

    life is self contained and seeds itself


  • Cannonsfire
    October 9

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    You paint just like Monet, with all the brushstrokes in pure pastel softness. I can see every single line as if it were in front of me C

    • Cat gold member
      October 9
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      monet from a distance or right up close?


      • Cannonsfire
        October 9
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        I think Monet's always view better from a distance, that's the strength of an artiste..you are one who brings them into tighter vision with words


        • Cat gold member
          October 9
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          unfortunately this poem is upclose..

          i actually just adore this comment.. you're the best


          • IronIcecream
            October 13
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            all impressionism is made to be viewed from distance
            says the help manual

            that's why post-impression holds more expression
            and watching a picture can't equal with visiting a museum

            the stength of an artist is the level of emotional interraction his art allows

            solely


  • quietly burning
    October 9

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    really great poetry and up to a very high standard.


  • tara wilson gold member
    October 9

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    yes, this is definately an October poem. i love it... i love the three different scenes/thoughts that go together in this...


  • MJ Donnelly gold member
    October 9

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    Up here in Alaska, most folks dump their pumpkins in the woods right after Halloween, for the moose, that’s providing the ungulates don’t take them from the porches first.

    Always a treat to read your literary magic m.


  • Night Hope gold member
    October 9

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    This is a stunning work, Mary.



  • Peteskid gold member
    October 9

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    Three chapters of October here, they run a gamut from pensive longing to the cycles of life, reminds me that everything seems to be like the pumpkin and eventually returns to the field...PK

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