Poem: pray it is small
December 15, 2008
its smell informs: dead animal in the
house you follow your nose search possible
lairs no sign no sign no sign only wors
ening stink in life unknown in death dis
ruptive sending fugitives to your sleep
you deduce it inaccessible: deep
inside walls vents it insinuates its
self into the fabric of your clothes your
being light beeswax candles run the
fountain escape to other locales pray
it is small its carcass soon consumed flies
will plague you next
December 15, 2008 c. Art Predator aka Gwendolyn Alley
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That is a powerful, almost classical sounding poem.
It beautiful raises stink. If you know what I mean.
mundane meanderings
Powerful ending. A very haunting piece.
You described this perfectly! Been there!
Thank you Paul, Guatami, Cocoyea, and Linda!
Sorry to hear you’ve had this experience, also, Linda!
I love both rhythm and rhyme.
thanks, Annamari–the rhyme is sneaky isn’t it?
Wonderful poem, many levels, with great flow to the words. Mysterious.
Pray indeed. Not sure I have the patience or the ear of the prayer opener. I rather enjoyed this poem. Can smell the decay.