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Forgotten Anatomy
A pine box can't keep you eternal;
eventually even the bones leave:
not a splintered maggot toothpick
or a marrow-tunnel for the worms remains.
Even the dust of your life
will be swept into amnesia by the winds,
scattered to the reds and purples of
the loveliest of flowers that sprout
from your eyes and nose and mouth
and all the rest of your forgotten anatomy,
leaving only the whisper of an echo
to tickle the nape of the future.
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Comment by: mitra - 2006-09-15 06:09
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| Wow Logan, this is great. Love your style of writing. The way you say thing that not is so much in an obvious way. Makes the reader want to read the piece again. |
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| I agree with Teri. I really like this one as well. "Even the dust of your life will be swept into amnesia by the winds." Great line. |
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Comment by: - 2006-09-07 09:20
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| An interesting composition. Again, I find your style very dissimilar from my own, which makes it difficult for me to set aside my own preferences when critiquing the work. Very 'prosey', but not in a 'prose-poetry' sort of way. As for the concept, clever. I would rather live forever in infamy or scandal, than be remembered by my 'loved ones' as a temperate, rational man. |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-09-06 21:53
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| This is absolutely wonderful. We're all so worried about leaving this planet, we embalm, entomb, plasticize, and lock our dead away as if someday we're going to take them out and show them like trophies. The last two lines here are perfect. Great, great poem. T. xo |
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