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Conjure Man
by Lori St. GeorgeTime spins,
a prick to our fingers,
or hearts.
Who will win
the wild endeavors of night,
splitting you, me,
the world apart.
I can feel the earth shake underneath
The shutter of my conjured heart.
How can I tell you about the fog?
The walking monster day life?
Your illuminated fingertips
slipped friendly around the
blade of my sugared knife.
Drop in,
over hell,
over your hell it's sundown.
Reach around,
to the blackest corner found.
Draw your fingers down my cheek
and brush a curl from my eyes.
Drink some lightnin' on the breeze,
Until the midst does cry, "Why?"
"Why Dear God,
Does the heart have to lie?"
How can I tell you about the fog,
My invisible slamming doors?
I didn't come here for the love of god,
I came here for yours. 02/03/2011 Author's Note: rework..... blended and retreaded!!
Posted on 02/03/2011
Copyright © 2024 Lori St. George
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/03/11 at 09:14 PM Man I like the way that third to last stanza reads. This whole thing has such a beautiful, engaging rhythm to it, but it's that one I like the most. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/11 at 04:17 PM Loved "the walking monster day life". |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/05/11 at 12:16 PM ... excellent..... |
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