Friday, June 8, 2012

Grace


Grace

tattoo fingers on my chest—all too
shy from the earth underneath this
body. hands are too rough but the
flowers are still here; the bruises stopped
trampling them the day I drowned in a
pool of morphine. Ashes were never so alive.

traveler. we all wander against the sun
but my footsteps stomp in every direction
imaginable---they never return. their eyes
are not flexible enough to look backwards.

i lay in the waters, my ribcage pulled open; i
was always so transparent but my mistakes
were in the right place. one day. slow down. my
steps were only heaven without the pie.

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12 comments:

  1. Loved it! The beginning took my mind on many journeys! The ending is so powerful~ Great write!

    I thought of you the other day and I will mention you on Poets United and the chance to get published! I'd like to submit, too~


    This was so beguiling! I loved it~
    Glad you joined in :D

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    1. I'm really glad you enjoyed it! =D

      And thank you, any help getting the word out is much appreciated ^_^

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  2. I love "their eyes are not flexible enough to look backwards." Wonderful poem!

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  3. Weasel,

    It is so good to see your name again!!
    What a wonderfully powerful poem. So emotional.
    In many ways I could imagine these words, set to music...

    Eileen

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  4. This reads as a very 21st C piece - the sentence breaks coming in unexpected places, the terse lines and cynical tone is very apposite to our times. I love the visual imagery here, and the underlying meaning is very strongly felt.

    i lay in the waters, my ribcage pulled open; i
    was always so transparent but my mistakes
    were in the right place.

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  5. cool right from the first line - solid work Weasel

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  6. Haven't seen you for a while, Weasel. Always nice to see an old friend. I really liked the last stanza!

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  7. WOW! I love this, Weasel! Especially, "traveler we all wander against the sun"....and "my steps were only heaven without the pie." Your new community sounds very interesting, Weasel. Good for you!

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  8. What a powerful write! The last stanza - amazing.

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  9. That first stanza grips the reader, then comes the less traumatic release. Great flow.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/06/08/lighten-your-own-load/

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