December 15, 2008 11:45 pm
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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Posted by Gwendolyn Alley aka Art Predator
Categories: dreams, how to, poetry
Tags: how to deal with bad smells, how to handle a dead animal, solstice
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That is a powerful, almost classical sounding poem.
By Paul Squires on December 16, 2008 at 1:54 am
It beautiful raises stink. If you know what I mean.
mundane meanderings
By gautami tripathy on December 16, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Powerful ending. A very haunting piece.
By cocoyea on December 16, 2008 at 4:37 pm
You described this perfectly! Been there!
By Linda Jacobs on December 16, 2008 at 9:54 pm
Thank you Paul, Guatami, Cocoyea, and Linda!
Sorry to hear you’ve had this experience, also, Linda!
By art predator on December 16, 2008 at 10:45 pm
I love both rhythm and rhyme.
By Annamari on December 17, 2008 at 12:46 am
thanks, Annamari–the rhyme is sneaky isn’t it?
By art predator on December 17, 2008 at 12:53 am
Wonderful poem, many levels, with great flow to the words. Mysterious.
By Christine on December 17, 2008 at 3:44 am
Pray indeed. Not sure I have the patience or the ear of the prayer opener. I rather enjoyed this poem. Can smell the decay.
By Brad on December 17, 2008 at 11:11 am