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Old Mar 17, 2008, 6:00 pm   #1
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Name: Stan
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Here is a little poem a friend gave me today. I liked it so much I put it on my blog and thought I would share it with you guys.


In the moist Season,
mist of the lake and thunder
afternoons in the distance

they ooze up through the earth
during the night,
like bubbles, like tiny
bright red balloons
filling with water;
a sound grew below sound, the thumbs of rubber
gloves turned softly inside out.

In the mornings, there is the leaf mold
starred with nipples,
with cool white fishgills,
leathery purple brains,
fist-sized suns dulled to the color of embers,
poisonous moons, pale yellow.

Where do they come from?

For each thunderstorm that travels
overhead there's another storm
that moves parallel in the ground.
Struck lightning is where they meet.

Underfoot there's a cloud of rootlets,
shed hairs or a bundle of loose threads
blown slowly through the midsoil.
These are their flowers these fingers
reaching through darkness to the sky,
these eyeblinks
that burst and powder the air with spores.

They feed in shade, on halfleaves
as they return to water,
on slowly melting logs,
deadwood. They glow
in the dark sometimes. they taste
of rotten meat or cloves
or cooking steak or bruised
lips or new snow.

It isn't only
for food I hunt them
but for the hunt and because
they smell of death and the waxy
skins of the newborn,
flesh into earth into flesh.

Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you;
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.

------ Margaret Atwood
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Old Mar 17, 2008, 6:40 pm   #2
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i really like that poem thanks :hippe:
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Old Mar 17, 2008, 9:30 pm   #3
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Well said, meaningful and thoughtful,mike

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Old Mar 17, 2008, 10:11 pm   #4
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With my ADD it might take me a few times through to get a more complete understanding of this poem. But I liked it - felt earthy. (Edit) I do suffer somewhat from attention deficit, which makes reading a particular challange from time to time. After, a good nights sleep, the poem came in focus. Very Good, Thanks for sharing - and, by the way, I enjoyed the blog.


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