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I am Him

DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited May 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
and here we are again
with the flat skin cells
split open like a rosebud
that has given up
to soft, persistent winds.
Pressed apart and curious
as to where I might have been.
Everything begins closed up
and moves to opening
this split apart has never been
so free. I'm singing Psalms
over and over and over again.
To myself, this time I am Him
God, moving things around
to suit His whim
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Comments

  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Lovely simile in the first sentence. In fact the whole poem has the structure and gleam of a flower. :)
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    nicely done.
    vivid the rose bud bloom
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    thank you very much :):):)
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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