Grex Poetry3 Conference

Item 69: Words

Entered by cbsn on Thu Apr 1 16:52:46 1999:

I have become the wounded animal I warned you of
I rebel against your reserve with soft skeletal stares
searching for a drifting dark dream to inhabit.

I write around the bones of my being and bleeding
Every word a memory of tears, temptation and teeth....an infinite aching
need

To torture truth and time, as though meaning would bring merce, and
knowing would be salvation enough I want to tast terrible light. 
Communion taken on a different tongue I want to birth babies blank faced
and ferocious, fighting fo rforgiveness without ever falling I want to
fing the words to release the wounded animal.
7 responses total.
#1 of 7 by arianna on Thu Apr 1 22:03:34 1999:

ack, this's tres cool!  the last stanza runs togteher a little bit much, in
my ears -- though if you can change it without sarificing that *rushing*
you've achieved, it would *click* into place.  VERY nice -- welcome to poetry
conference!

#2 of 7 by orinoco on Fri Apr 2 18:19:56 1999:

Yeah, welcome.  
(Ignore her, by the way, I like the last stanza just the way it is :)

#3 of 7 by toking on Mon Apr 5 06:33:27 1999:

yeah-yeah! bravo..and all that...this is slick!

and..like they said...welcome to the poetry confrence

#4 of 7 by lumen on Wed Apr 7 06:20:19 1999:

And what a bold and strong entrance it is!  One slide in and you've 
already made your mark!

#5 of 7 by bookworm on Tue Apr 13 04:58:45 1999:

Bienvenidos, Senorita Poeta.

(In English)
Welcome, Miss Poet.

#6 of 7 by cbsn on Wed Apr 14 05:20:15 1999:

thanks all

#7 of 7 by flem on Fri Jun 4 01:02:42 1999:

"Communion taken on a different tongue"  Wow.  What a cool phrase.  
  
Some of the alliteration seems a little forced, but on a second reading 
it seemed to work better.  I'll throw in my lot with those who would 
like to see more line breaks in the last stanza.

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