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Life After ________
by Madeline Lambeach white-cold trail
fingers, warm skin.
each cold pendant,
chilled collar.
each red and rolling eye,
what shame? What word?
Cutting note, purity-
Beyond each and every
it's pretty simple.
And the length of muscle,
flex and contract,
arch back:
Who needs religion now? 07/01/2010 Posted on 07/02/2010
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Lamb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 07/02/10 at 07:23 AM Insert your preferred prayer, the name of your god, the thing that you are exalted by, here...what an amazing piece, Madeline...it is now a favourite of mine! |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/02/10 at 02:59 PM it's the details not mentioned i love best; The unspoken imagined holes i fill as i see fit. "Each cold pendant" really set it off, for me. and the final question brought me back to thhe begining. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/02/10 at 03:39 PM Life after...le petit mort? As did Paul, I also found "each cold pendant" a striking line. |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 07/08/10 at 03:10 AM Love the ending question. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/12/10 at 01:01 PM WOW, did I miss this one. Great write lady. |
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