One Word, Two Poems
Deny Finite
Don't deny the wound:
the cigarette burn in
the white shirt
the red wine stain
on the beige carpet
the piss stains
on the marble fireplace
the razor scar
the rust colored splotches
on the bathroom sink
the crack in the alarm clock
the rent in the curtain
that lets the moonlight in.
An anthill has a floor
and a hole in the top
a beehive the same
only in reverse
yet there is an inexhaustible
supply of ants and bees.
A river begins in a glacier
or spring and ends
in the ocean but
the river never
ceases flowing.
In finite things
the infinite.
I also added a new link at the bottom of the list. I don't know how to categorize Chlorista Twist's Warped Reality, so I'll just say it's well worth a visit. She kindly commented here recently and invited me to link to her and I'm happy to comply.
6 Comments:
Wow, you are so kind to plug my blog. Thank you for the kudos! I love the poems and especially 'Deny' ~ it is so visual and so real. I think that Is why I prefer Flea Markets...the merchandise has stories (and wounds).
My pleasure! I appreciate your visits and your kind comments about the poems.
Chlorista - Your blog is fabulous.
and you, Greg! Wow. i love poetry but can't write it to save my life.
Love Deny.
Don't deny the wounds! That just makes things worse.
To your confederate ancestor - may you rest in peace! May the songs of hope and unification bring peace to all, living and dead! So may it be.
Thank you! Denying the wound also blockks the light/peace/healing that comes in through them.
"There's a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in." —Leonard Cohen
Love your poems! Bonnie
Thank you! I'll have new one up soon.
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