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Author Name: FreeBug 4 Comments
Date Added: January 27, 2011 19:01:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Creeper and the Vine
It is the moment before you lose your footing--
toes tucked in the tiniest crack
and fingers sun-warm against weathered
granite, interrupting the subtle scent-paths
of ants holding aphids and brothers
carrying home to feed the rest--
When the senses are full of honeysuckle
and your tongue longs for the single drop
of nectar huddled deep beneath
the stamen. Your mother told you the vines
grow berries before death, but still
in all eleven of your years they have not appeared.
Above you, indian paintbrush bend down
to look you in the eye, reveal tiny black mites
squirming inside like your own brother
before his birth, his death, before wildflowers
stretched out across the stone your father
laid down. Before the dirt rinsed away with rain.
You can't imagine rain now,
or even the way his toes fluttered
like droplets of a summer storm
against the taut warmth of Mother's skin,
or where you'll go now, reaching up
with eyes closed and taking a step.
Author's Notes:
An apology for taking so long between posts. Thanks for taking the time to look it over :)
~Shanna M.
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Comment By: FreeTim on January 14, 2012 07:22:36 PM Report
Kimberleigh told me about you and I'm glad she did. You have tremendous talent as a writer. Nice work.
Comment By: FreeAndrew on February 4, 2011 06:12:25 AM Report
marvelous, Mariquita - you've personfied minor miracles of nature in an inspiring manner.  great work
Comment By: FreeJessica Ruth Myr on January 28, 2011 01:12:52 PM Report
This is beautiful, and it resonates in a way I can't really describe but which makes me pensive and a little breathless.  Wonderful work.
Comment By: FreeSteve on January 27, 2011 09:08:52 PM Report

Thoughtful words gradually reveal pleasant images and place a warm smile on the readers face.


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