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Sanctuary
by Anita MacThe day must come
when my shirt will be
just a means of covering myself
and might be easily discarded
without a heaviness
.weighing.
.down.
random passages of my mind;
stepping out of
a mere
convenience&courtesy;
rather than disarming
under duress from
a lust I don’t recognize
as my own.
I think, eventually,
it must.
03/25/2009 Posted on 03/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/09 at 12:26 AM Just plain awesome. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/26/09 at 05:14 PM the opening grabbed me and threw me through the rest of the piece. amazing! |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/26/09 at 05:38 PM How well-balanced is Jon? Quite the opposite effect on me, which is a good thing [though probably not].
Disarming...now that's a poetic stroke that pulls its weight :> |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/06/09 at 03:33 PM love the whole kit and kaboodle of this architecture of words. |
| Posted by Timothy Burns on 10/11/09 at 08:33 PM I am speachless! |
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