Lighthouse Grief by Nicole Assenza Oh, the awe The spinning world inspires; The world that everyone’s A dizzy player on I’m just discovering my Vertebral columns Shedding fear-skins all over I voice a tinny tune That’s banging off In far off places Going from butter to beautiful The sun forgives me Of all my great indoor sins Sluices off the imagined maggots But, don’t forget to bite With the sunny prognosis, For surgery without scars There’s your lingering kindness Of an unused scalpel Cold and loved enough To shock away time And shake away faith Of a reluctant outpatient Whose black bird pie Turned into baked Alaska There’s a palm tree shadow Somewhere With her name on it Try your hand at lighthouse grief What thoughtful, searching tendrils Burn away at the sunrise That’s one more shipwreck Dividing up attention Extemporaneous trill Yet the idea has merit A melting candle of a voice Goes on through the ages Dripping memories all over Oh, the awe The spinning world inspires The world that everyone’s A dizzy player on I’m just discovering my Vertebral columns 05/14/2006 Author's Note: I needed this one =)Thanks to my lovemuffin Britt for the title. Posted on 05/15/2006 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/17/06 at 01:06 AM i like it...i like the little unique phrases and words you've thrown throughout...lovely Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)