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The body knows. The mind angles high to fool it, Flying smart out the window. Body just slams it shut, Locks, takes care of the door. The body knows. Muscle steels, skin lassos. Heart refuses to beat In rhythm. Gears to Race, Slows, sprints, slows. Can't see, Like the belts that squeeze The throat and the genitals. Ribs feel pummeled. Belly. Chills crawl up, down, up The C' ing spine. Oh yes, The body knows. Mind still churns out bulletins. Primo bull. Talking head Keeps spewing bearded lines. Forget prime time, this show. Channel on hold. Still The mind works for applause. Target: audience of one. The insulated shroud the mind has strapped on is hot as the air Plumping in place of down. Have to try to pound in That it is okay to grieve. Shout, scream, bemoan The body knows. ©) Phyllis Jean Green, January, 2006
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Poetic excellence in "When in Doubt" flows.
Keep posting, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
George
God bless,
Sandie.
Keep preaching, I hear ya! Loud and clear--outstanding write. :) Enjoy the way you think!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
I enjoyed this piece you write, Pea!
Happy New Year to you!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Felix
The first stanza says it all!!
Love Tinka
Rhonda
Sage spelling out WHEN IN DOUBT with her BeDAZZler rhinestone tool
blessin's Sis. Pea, I like this a lot!
cynth'ya
Carmen :-)