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Looking Past 1st Impressions

there is untapped wealth in all of us. to create and destroy

to bend and shape. chip and flake

stone tool makers

cut my hand

wound too tight

a single string

flies through the night

impale impath

bloody leak

pools in your palm

runs down your fingers

up one side and down the others

a single drop

escapes

stains

dries

hard crusted iron

rusty heart

needs a little lion

 

unulator unulator 31-35, M 5 Responses Nov 25, 2009

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looking for a mate

great poem!

I concur. Excellent!

I'm with Red. Quite good. Very interesting take on the topic.

Ahh this was an unexpected surprise. Nice poem. I think I will reread... I was caught off-guard.