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With Smile Cut
by V. Blakeyet here are we,
sculpted
from the bottom up
and choking down air.
a spoken wheel
of gaunt demands,
momentum lost
to dust
and sand.
some deathly quiet.
a whole inside
that disappears;
with smile cut
from ear
to ear.
our verbs and all,
along and on,
unite and rend
the words from god.
arcane scripture
lending lightning
hands to spare
the rod.
the forest itself
denies the tree.
the earth rejects
your sympathy. 01/16/2018 Posted on 01/16/2018
Copyright © 2025 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/16/18 at 11:45 PM Despite this poem's seriousness, love the construction and word play in this one. A pleasure to read, V. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/22/18 at 02:07 AM This is so much fun to read aloud, the clever phrasing and words that evoke different directions (spoken wheel), "a whole inside that disappears," the "lightning hands" - subtle contrasts, and those first four perfect lines. Thanks so much. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/31/18 at 02:03 AM Man, I sure can relate to that first stanza having just gone through an illness that weakened me to the point that I could meet hardly any demands, gaunt or otherwise. My momentum was "lost to dust and sand." Perfect description. Thanks so much. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/05/18 at 07:06 PM I'm glad to see this as POTD! Congrats! |
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