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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Bring It On



autumn boils
bring-it-on
the shifting soil
opens wide
spits
all that was
a gray X-ray
tumorous
with failure
autumn roils
presents the past
in smoldered ash
her eyes slam shut
comforter masks her nose
visions of might-have-beens
recant bold cry of bring-it-on





Watercolor by Sue

Totally Optional Prompt for today: write a poem that creates expectations. Feel free to read what others wrote and to play along with this Thursday Meme.

9 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Love the gray x-ray full of tumors and failure! What a metaphor!

anthonynorth said...

Another storm of stark images. You use words expertly.

Geraldine said...

This was so unique and intriguing to read Sue. Loved the line re: comforter. Also, another glorious watercolor. Such talent!

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Sweet Talking Guy.. said...

It seems like death is all we can expect as we meditate upon our expectations. I'm not sure where you were heading here but I felt like six feet under...

Bring it on - dead good!

Quiet Paths said...

Bring it on indeed. Wow, I'll have to come and read this twice more because I catch something new each time. I LOVE the watercolor.

Stan Ski said...

The cry of someone who's done it all - or who's tried and failed.

Erica said...

"Bring-it-on", was that the cry of inexperience and/or arrogance?

gautami tripathy said...

Amalgamation of science and nature!

illuminated fear susurrates

Kristina said...

I love the autumn boils/autumn roils transformation.

I'm impressed that you have over 25,000 words for your novel already. Go you!