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Life's Sentence for awhile it seemed easy. the words fell out and ran to the page, children breaking out of line for a chance to see the passing car carrying the Pope, the flock of blackbirds moving as one, weaving across the sky their tapestry of hope. the images were simple, honest, whole. Truth sat in the margins and nodded; I sat here believing the lies we told. children moving as one across the page, black verbs racing into a bridge abutment. the Pope breaking out of his Cadillac the children screaming for ice cream; me and you in a stairwell: cold, loud, deadly silent at three a.m.: without you I would have never had to leave this ugly old dog poem sitting at the back step where he bays at the big white moon. white nouns mount black verbs spreading rumors, inciting fear. having nothing more to say is where the end began rising like the sun where the stairwell at three a.m. was a dog baying at his moon. As the Pope prayed over the children who led the dog down the stairs into the light of a new dawn where a crowd awaited his homily near the bay, under the old moon under a black bird on a branch: It was as easy as catching my breath. It left and has never come back. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2010-03-06 03:51:19
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
TEW
It always SEEMS easy.
Twerp.
MAH
P.S. And this is an example of why it seems.