I cook the earth with my thighs
Graze my curtains with a leopard mask
I intend to find myself a home to rest
My neck and original sins
I am too visible to zookeepers who
Hope to attract me to their sexual pilgrimage
Their chorus line is filled with a ten-foot high Bronx Zoo
Their yellow smile shines with blind reliance
I hold back the fruits Mom gave with sweet charity
I sucked her marrow like a dog
And became her brilliant ballerina
With the broken ankle
My swollen toes swirl with sad laughter
Mom tells me the beauty of many dishes
Lies in the caviar served richly
Wonderfully
Should be eaten with permission
What remains to be seen
Should remain unseen
I repeat her words in my mind
But I race with lust
Ignore her plea
Undress with willingness
With a conquest to kill
To numb the rhythm of pain
To caress the pools of wilted petals
Found on my accented breasts
Child/young woman, not much difference here. I may be reading this wrong, but I found this piece very sad, and a bit lonely. As if even as the search for what one thought was missing, is found, the pain is only increased. I loved this poem. Striking~!
debra
Cathy,
This brilliant masterpiece of poetry
is "the Best", I have to this date,
The Honor of reading in The den
Your verses are presented with elegance
Peace be with you
Oh the lines here and metephors
are dramatic!
exciting!
my mind devour this poem
and will let it fill and grow....one of the best i've
read in a while!!!
I found this work of your intriguing...while it is very sensual, erotic really, there is an underlieing poignacy that hints at trials and tribuations of coming of age and bittersweet success and mistakes. You make grand use of metaphor and vivid imagery. All in all, this is an exceptional piece of work.
The crave of sensuality is hidden within the word sexua;ity and this dance of thoughts shows the escape into the grasp of desires as one fills their need...nice work on this expressive view through poetry....
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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debra
Kathy
This brilliant masterpiece of poetry
is "the Best", I have to this date,
The Honor of reading in The den
Your verses are presented with elegance
Peace be with you
Love & Peace
William
Regis
are dramatic!
exciting!
my mind devour this poem
and will let it fill and grow....one of the best i've
read in a while!!!
Your words are exquisitely chosen and sensually tuned. You've a very sharp mind and a smooth pen.
enjoyed.....Art Sun...