The Eclectic Pen - Disposal


By: Whitney B. (grammarchick)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 2/18/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 98
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  spring days
made for throwing caution to the wind
or maybe ashes?

the pyreís ready..
wrapped them tight
no hands trailing out of the plastic

heavy...but loathe to ask for help
the act itself should suffice
dragging them along
the heart, always such stony ground

refuse to bury things like this -
fatherís disapproval, motherís compulsion,
the lover who couldnít quite stay -
they tend to rise and reanimate themselves day after day
and they lie, cold, in your bed at night until
you can no longer bear the stench
the feel of flesh long-giving to
what little hold a heart still has

so struggle along
some things are just born dead weight
but this is too much


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Jim H. (Pecos45) - 2/19/2007 9:56 PM ET
Sinister or just thought provoking? Depends how I read it. I like it.
Eva L. (wearetrees) - 7/12/2008 2:31 AM ET
to bury, to lay to rest, to suffer in order to cease suffering, to wizen to the sting left behind by shadow, to revive the heart while the hands hold the body
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