Wall
The oleander - mother house of my heart
thick around it with the ripples of vacant footsteps on water
I was as vacant once - will be forever
the laughter of death on the hillock under the trees
Hand-shaped candles melting into bowls of candy
a Halloween of the brain - pick it clean - but pick it cleanly
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18 October 2016
19 September 2016
Poem-A-Day #203 : Driven
Driven
We are really going - we will not need a map
Until the wheels are worn - and we have come
to the end of the world - the journey will be the positive action
Dear Evil - Oleander is poison is the flower of Hiroshima
it was the first to bloom after the bombs exploded and the buildings burned
When I died - the empty field the road to nowhere the open gates
of the spell - we will come back - we will break the spell
The end of the world is a cup of stars - insist on
the cup of stars - hope - find - a house of stars
The map is a line dear Evil - it crawls like millipedes
We are really going - we will not need a map
Until the wheels are worn - and we have come
to the end of the world - the journey will be the positive action
Dear Evil - Oleander is poison is the flower of Hiroshima
it was the first to bloom after the bombs exploded and the buildings burned
When I died - the empty field the road to nowhere the open gates
of the spell - we will come back - we will break the spell
The end of the world is a cup of stars - insist on
the cup of stars - hope - find - a house of stars
The map is a line dear Evil - it crawls like millipedes
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| Julie Harris in The Haunting (1963) |
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