Saturday, May 30, 2009

Ruptured Spirit

Hits me like a mud pie
rolls down the face
but avoids the eye,

mine is a frozen cry,
swollen yet crystallized
an arthritic yelp

A calcified scream
scar tissue
the broken bone

tied to a sheet of metal

A.S.
5/28/09



2 comments:

  1. What are you doing up at 5:11 AM? I love these poems. Strangely enough -- or not so strange at all -- I wrote my first poem in years about my experience with that dachshund last weekend. These are wonderful.

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  2. Hi Dad,

    I just discovered the comments section. I'd love to read your poem, maybe you can start a blog on here too. The day after you met that Dachshund I met two at the store, it was strange.

    Love you,
    A

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