Youth MAG

By James L., New Port Richey, FL

     O Sun, O Crucible,
That you could make me beautiful.

Winged sandals
Clipped,
I, of the heavy mud
Of riverbeds,
Weigh down into
Gravity’s gaping womb.

I, the child,
I, the heavy,
Am not built
For flight.

Your spots and
Prominence
Have bestowed no scars.
I have not breathed
Your caustic elements,
Have not quaked
With the tremor
Of your furnace.

I have not sensed the pulse.

Only glimpsed
The corona
Through the fingers
Of my mother,
And shrunk, small
And hollow as the bones
Of a sparrow,
Lamenting my
Weighted
Iron skeleton.



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i love this so much!

on Jun. 22 2016 at 1:57 am
Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
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"..though warm as summer it was fresh as spring." (Thomas Hardy) ("Far from the Madding crowd")

This piece is brilliant - vivid and figurative, it impresses and stands out! Your talent deserves to be honed and recognised :)

on Sep. 18 2012 at 9:36 pm
ChrisJ PLATINUM, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.

This is so creative! I love how descriptive you were with this piece and the word choices that you used. I also love how engaged this kept me, good job!


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