~Quodlibet (XVII-XX)~
By WordWulf, 6th Apr 2011 | Follow this author
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~ jewels in her tiara ~ spider children & dreams ~ closets dark & jungles tall ~ monster Christ appears ~ a changeling~ eating her sins ~ the children’s pajamas ~ plants screaming ~ cannibals & birds ~ backing toward heaven ~
~Quodlibet (XVII-XX)~
~XVII. Just Like Father~
She demands fair measure, what comes owing is her own
holds them out against her, is appalled by father’s ignorance
a thick skin his span of years, but warmed by the embrace of her man
quite afraid at some level, a sneaking awareness
of the need to compare them; wears her pain like a shield
covets the jewels of her children, grace on one hand, pure as silk
spider’s milk, anger shifting; changeling
~XVIII. Latent Latitudes~
So mystery is dark, yet lies pale upon that face
both lively and sorrowful
she wears ribbons falling from a nest of hair
whose branches display dignity, a tin twinkle of passion
impossible twists of irony, they quite ignore her tender roots
aspire to reach the sky where dreams are torn fresh falling
colors laughing, some terrible breeze, a prayer away from those; a wing
~XIX. Closet Whispers~
Tallest tree, jungle forest; get these bugs out of our brain
whose lives are a circus, three rings and less
Youth Christ we are old
These children’s pajamas make us sleepy in time
wont to go back to that security and sincerity
dark safe place, the unknown, tucked in and hidden away
Monsters have eaten our sins, spread them fast, a breath of wind
~XX. The Other Screaming~
Comic caricature of death, a balm for the living
corpses never rise in fact
birds, some knowledge of heaven; it is in their eyes
slaves to flight are they whom die on the man ground
lie flat on his spread of table
we are cannibals all, dependent upon specific flesh
body of fellow creatures
Of course the plant screams, torn away these paper dreams
~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Mirage~
~KEO/Legend of New Horse~
~Howling Dog Press/Omega~
~Quodlibet (XIII-XVI)~


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7th Apr 2011 (#)
Great Poem! They say the author of a poem is a true measure of him/her self.
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7th Apr 2011 (#)
Thank-you, that's quite a statement.
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7th Apr 2011 (#)
I am really enjoying all your poems in this series. Thanks!
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7th Apr 2011 (#)
I appreciate that, Mike. I'm long-winded, fond of epics.
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8th Apr 2011 (#)
I love the We are cannibals all... Great writing.
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8th Apr 2011 (#)
Thank-you, JM.
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9th Apr 2011 (#)
Powerful work
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13th Apr 2011 (#)
Well done imagery.
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