Sunday, January 11, 2015

Container/Essence


I feel like screaming, genuflecting,
like Not Causing A Scene.
Going where I carry odd tales
Of the blank dragon spaces
Where I come from.

I climb as high as an idol
In this tiny space and yell.

The altar beneath me creaks
with the crap I worship.
Shirts and underwear and toothpaste
And books--all unsteady
Under my feet.

I read my way to a liturgy,
Faked my way to this altar.

I feel like screaming.

Thank you to Magpie Tales for providing the above image/inspiration for today's poem.
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7 comments:

  1. BerowneJanuary 12, 2015 at 2:00 AM

    Intriguing content, intriguing style...

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2015 at 5:11 AM

    feel like screaming...like that !

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  3. KayJanuary 12, 2015 at 11:13 AM

    I felt your loudness!..x

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  4. 21 WitsJanuary 12, 2015 at 3:56 PM

    Some days I have to I feel like this too!

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  5. Silent Otto January 14, 2015 at 4:03 PM

    As far as religions go , yours seems quite harmless !

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  6. C. SandlinJanuary 15, 2015 at 11:04 AM

    This was definitely inspired by "one of those days" and I'm glad that seemed to come through.

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  7. Carrie Van HornJanuary 27, 2015 at 8:18 AM

    I can hear the scream loudly here in your poem C. It is a place we all can relate to. Great writing as always. :-)

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