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Tuff
by Deborah Bloodworth
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Dedicated to a friend with cancer |
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Tuff
Harmonica Whales
Guitar strums
Pitch and Rhythm
Beating to it’s own Drum
First to rise
Last to rest
The bar now raised
At her tempo’s request
Discretely disguising
The soft interior
All fear aside
Tuff exterior
Making mocking music
Of this world’s terrors
Your song and smile
A brave look in the mirror
Never the victim
Defying natures violence
Brilliance in the dark
Laughter in the silence
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
12/5/2007 |
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I love the blusey cadence of this lyrical poem, as a guitar strummer and singer myself it is easy to see the world when looking out over humanity. Great write.
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