15 December












they said she could be molded by his hand

like clay

but it as it turned out

she was no angel 

so she blew the cover of that box apart

snatched up her brain and other stuff 

and walked  back into simplicity

where the wind blew the snow over the fields like waves

and the moon reflected off of the snowy world

because


you can't fix the world with a pair of lies








Comments

  1. Brian Miller15 December 2013 at 08:05

    cant fix anything with a bunch of lies...

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  2. Anonymous15 December 2013 at 11:40

    Oh, I like this very much and your last line, so true.

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  3. Sabra Bowers15 December 2013 at 12:34

    Yes!! I'm glad she blew the cover of that box apart, snatched up her brain and other stuff, and walked back into simplicity. Really like your poem.

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  4. Pondside15 December 2013 at 14:04

    Whew! This one is quite something. It's beyond me, how you take the jumble and make something that speaks - probably to everyone in a different way.

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  5. J Cosmo Newbery16 December 2013 at 06:25

    No, a pair of lies will fix nothing. True enough.

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  6. Jinksy16 December 2013 at 07:52

    I must try snatching up my brain. lol :)

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  7. Kerry O'Connor16 December 2013 at 09:17

    she walked back into simplicity...

    I love that line, and every line of this poem rings true to me.

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  8. Sumana Roy16 December 2013 at 13:21

    an absolute truth...

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  9. Laura16 December 2013 at 15:39

    so true… well done!

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  10. Pealogic16 December 2013 at 15:51

    I loved. "She blew the cover of that box..." she sounds like a feisty type.

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  11. kaykuala16 December 2013 at 22:41

    The clincher is the ending. It'll be full of holes otherwise! Nicely!

    Hank

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  12. Vandana Sharma16 December 2013 at 23:39

    honesty the best policy!

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  13. Karen17 December 2013 at 06:05

    This is my firest time reading your work, but from just this poem, your site design, and your gift of peace, I feel as if I know a gentle yet fierce, thought-filled spirit.

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  14. Anne V18 December 2013 at 12:33

    This speaks to me of being a survivor and surviving the fire of relationship violence. An inspirational read, especially the lines that day she blew the cover of the box apart and took her brains and stuff back. Powerful imagery. Powerful emotion.

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