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Diatom Shells
Aug 18, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Eighteen Vertebrae

The Eighteen Vertebrae Night falls ripe, To bruise and mulch upon the ground. The voyeur watches through the window. He loves you for your back alone; He has never seen your breasts or belly, Your dark thatch that threatens scarlet. The stars come out one by one, Jagged as milk teeth. The voyeur leans closer And dizzies his breath against the glass. "Let him watch," your lover says, And makes you kneel. The voyeur ignores the brute halo Round your head And imagines that he is the one Racking and releasing your spine. From behind, one cannot tell the difference: The same eighteen vertebrae surface When you bend to pray, When you bend over a man.
— Diatom Shells, Aug 18, 2009

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sweetspirit

16 years 9 months ago

whoa!

Now this is a write ~smiles~ I definatly was not expecting this..but did indeed enjoy it. Jen
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Diatom Shells

16 years 9 months ago

hi...

yes I try to keep an element of surprise in my poems keeps the blood flowing lol. thanks for taking the time to read and comment I greatly appreciate any feedback. -diatom shells
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Diatom Shells

16 years 9 months ago

hello

I am pleased that you enjoyed this, publishing..... now that is an area I know nothing of would love to publish but I wouldn't know where to begin I will just stay here for now and publish for free on neopoet thanks.
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Kailashana

16 years 9 months ago

Who are you, really???? Is

Who are you, really???? Is there nothing/anything that you write that isn't kick-ass? Isn't a totally astoundingly unique way of looking at something, waxing with words so poetically perfect it makes my blood ache? ~A "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is wound up in mine, then let us work together." Aboriginal Activist Group, Queensland, 1970's
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Diatom Shells

16 years 9 months ago

.i...

I am just a lowly self proclaimed poet and maybe someday after I learn how to write poetry correctly then maybe I will be someone as for now I am a nobody. I need to learn so much about writing that it makes MY blood ache. thank you so much A I always look forward and up to you and your comments.
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orgami

16 years 9 months ago

Bendable Poem

My body aches today my spine burning my finger I almost broke complaining yet I remember my immortality like yesterday when it was nothing to throw everything aside and travel to a womans side bus car train now I grumble if I have to go to the mall for a pick up of stuff or two Spines backs scapula the curve of hipbone anklebone collarbone and the name for that indentation above the upper lip beneath the nose that valley of spine so entrancing This is quite the poem and I waited this long to comment some magnificent lines in this "jagged as milk teeth" .."brute halo round your head.." .."vertebrae surface." .."racking and releasing your spine." much action and observation cleverly crafted (my favourite kind) thank you!!
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Diatom Shells

16 years 9 months ago

hey...

sorry its taking so long to respond these days. its been pretty hectic for me. with the little uns. those lines that u like are my favorite as well and I thank you for pointing them out. -diatom shells