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Thursday Read Write Poem

Posted on 17:35, January 28th, 2010 by EKSwitaj

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The Desert of Low Tide

nothing left to worship     altar broke its leg
became an ordinary chair no ordinary baby
could sit on without falling
                              o siege perilous!
the baby wasn't born
                     was never God to her
    was never a baby
                      was cells   was gone
                        she walked across the sand

to which he gave his knees & jeans
and called the sunset desolate
                               except the sun was rising

                            he demand
-ed praise
             for letting her decide

                                       he couldn't turn his head
or see beyond his heather gray hood

written in response to read write prompt 111: broken chair

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10 Responses to “Thursday Read Write Poem”

Julie Jordan Scott on January 28th, 2010 at 5:58 pm

wow. my heart hurts.
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Joseph Harker on January 28th, 2010 at 7:12 pm

Incredible… I’m duly impressed that you teased out that narrative from such a deceptively simple image. Echoing Julie’s comment, my emotions are thoroughly stirred by this.
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carolee on January 28th, 2010 at 8:32 pm

the first four words captures this for me: nothing left to worship.

despair. disenchantment. great job with the prompt!
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Cynthia Short on January 28th, 2010 at 8:54 pm

such despondency…I really enjoyed going there with you.

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Therese Broderick on January 29th, 2010 at 1:30 am

So sad. It reminds me of the pictures on ancient palace walls of queens who gave birth while seated on a chair throne. “Siege” is both a seat and an assault. Brief poem but very tragic.
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Deb on January 29th, 2010 at 6:14 am

The meaning I ascribe is strong with a woman’s choice, a man’s naivety (or rather vanity). A sunrise not understood.

Amazing how much you set by sparse words.
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Derrick on January 29th, 2010 at 2:23 pm

I’m with Carolee on the first four words plus “and called the sunset desolate” for there is desolation here.

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Nathan on January 29th, 2010 at 8:05 pm

I really like the way you pull this narrative world from the photo. Well done.
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Tumblewords on January 30th, 2010 at 1:07 am

nothing left to worship. A strong and heartbreaking piece. Well written.
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barbara on January 31st, 2010 at 1:25 pm

It’s a good, concise story
despair was one of the things that came through the photo for me, too.
I’m grateful for your title, though, which suggests that in the cycle of things there will be better times.
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