Mother's Day 2008

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by millieha49, Mar 2, 2008.

  1. millieha49

    millieha49 Member

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    Spiralling fog shack
    Tornado gnawing savagely at the soul
    Will the little Indians bite through with red teeth?
    I am alone, with heavy stomach
    My eyes like metal fists, their trophies, crushing my skeleton into the floor-
    Ash.
    Little Indians
    With feral spears and voices like swallowed thorns
    Oh look, a hinge!
    The skull is cut like cake, oozing jam and fat, rolling like a red carpet.
    Binoculars out, swarms of starving insects conscious of their potency
    Eyes burning yellow and tinting mine a
    Dull grey.

    The winter has solidiified,
    Spring trapped in an ice dome
    And the pile of dead bats grows higher.
    Fermented soul, your heart exists only to pump,
    Brain dead firefighter
    Vacant stare and robotic point of the hose
    Little boy, whose love caught on my flesh like nails,
    is drinking vodka and crying.
    The Mother's Mind is packed with worries, squelching in their liquid jelly journies,
    Round and round.
    I am here, not knowing what to do on a Sunday morning
    With a diluted sun chasing me through the window
    Its hand placed menacingly on the sill, curling into a fist
    As I refuse to help my poor Mother clean the kitchen.
     
  2. The Instinct

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    interesting way of expressing your feelings. Deep choice of word structure.
     

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