First Poem of September MAG

September 12, 2012
By molonlabe SILVER, Ellicott City, Maryland
molonlabe SILVER, Ellicott City, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
Be the person your dog thinks you are

No, I have never known when to walk
away. I want you to hit me. I want you
to leave me alabaster pale and ink
smeared and

Tattered (there are some things my
father cannot fix)

The phlebotomist had trouble finding my
veins; they are tangled under corroding
sinew. Could you please draw me a bath of
poetry? No bubbles to hide my bruises, no

scrub to exfoliate, the water is always too
cold – I am left to wonder if you are capable
of even this simple task

Quiet now, as I dissolve to words
I cannot watch the water drain out of
the claw foot tub. Or else, I fear,
I too may slip through

The author's comments:
A poem on the compulsion to write.

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on Mar. 26 2013 at 7:53 pm
Theholethatiswhole BRONZE, Auburn, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"Trees are poems that the Earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness"--Khalil Gibran

This is stunning. The enjambment is flawless, and the word usage is so mature and thought through. All in all, I love it.


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