~Quodlibet (IX-XII)~

WordWulf By WordWulf, 4th Apr 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1ak.1zh4/
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~ elders & children ~ learning to know one another ~ that they are the same ~ so the stream of life finds them ~ that one may save the other ~ confirmation ~ the way they are made ~ to share ~ show the way ~ to here & gone ~

~Quodlibet (IX-XII)~

~IX. A Tender Wrapping~

Standing up for pennies
all hail at a dollar down
these blankets, a hundred pound weight
strive to earn alive a shroud
a place to bury your worried face
O Children, learn to walk away
plant your seeds, a garden of youth
be tall and kind to yourselves
those older, whom look a way
our kind and understanding
ever useful in the odd circumstance
such as surviving under siege
construction of birthing and burial blankets

~X. Daughters & Daddies~

Power of father, measure of daughters laughing
definition by origin, love predicated upon misunderstanding
thus a proof of bond is made; until she marries, she will take him care
he may wonder at such creatures, so apart yet such a part of him
sings to be loved by woman
these daughters, hand on one hand; take me with you, he follows
luxuriates in the myth of Daddy, dissolves a bit ; she becomes a lady

~XI. Flesh & Blood~

“How this man rapes me,” she breathes, “Not against my will
and yet so; he knows what I feel, which binds me of need
what frail stick am I tied to the earth and rapt of feather
wings against his tongue to fly, eyes closed in a purple longing
that he might bruise my skin somehow, whip this flesh as spirit done
these blood, these lips, offering at once and denying commitment
spirit blessed and flesh be damned”

~XII. Prisoner of Id~

Your skin fits you loose, like it is new, like it is made for someone else
have you lived there very long; is it possible you have dreamed
are your fingers; is your face a very temple indeed
do you worship there; are you a prisoner in a house of love
the hunger of lost angels lingers in the scars of your chains

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~The Last Violin~
~Of Lips, Mother, & Wine~
~Howling Dog Press/Omega~
~Quodlibet (V-VIII)~

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author avatar christopheranton
5th Apr 2011 (#)

Very profound. There seems
to be many layers of meaning in your fine poem.
Thank you.

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author avatar WordWulf
5th Apr 2011 (#)

Thank-you, Christopher. The hundred bites don't leave much uncovered.

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author avatar sicktowrite
5th Apr 2011 (#)

i had enjoyed this page.nice sharing.

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author avatar WordWulf
5th Apr 2011 (#)

I appreciate you taking the time to read & comment on my work.

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author avatar joan marie
5th Apr 2011 (#)

You must have a terrific muse. I am always fascinated by what you write.

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author avatar WordWulf
5th Apr 2011 (#)

I am easily a"mused"
Thanks, Joan Marie:-)

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author avatar Retired
5th Apr 2011 (#)

Interesting and layered with very unusual punctuaiton choices, too! Very unique

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author avatar WordWulf
5th Apr 2011 (#)

I'm always tested when writing poetry, whether to bother punctuation or just let the words punch themselves through.

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author avatar Retired
6th Apr 2011 (#)

Amazing poetry. Thanks!

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author avatar Delicia Powers
9th Apr 2011 (#)

The imagery of each poem haunts my mind long after I have read them...you have a wonderful gift ....

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