Let sweat be your sacrament.
Tithe only dirt to bones.
Know the difference
between manna
and meat.
Be quick
to bare a breast
for suckling stars.
Wean
when the sky
cuts teeth.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
19 comments:
Oh.. that second stanza is just a killer!
You do know how to start my day!! I agree with Kerry, that second stanza is a killer indeed! Have a great day, MZ!!
This is my kind of religion...
See, only you write this kind of stuff. You're on such a roll, woman.
Wow. What an awesome write
Much love...
This screams at me because of my ongoing study of the meandering Israelites complaining about manna...oh, cut your teeth already, you (wee/we) babies. Loved your closing.
Yes, only you writes like this. Fantastic, and the second stanza actually lifts off the screen and takes a turn or two around the room, it is that good.
what Shay said... ~
Hard to keep up with you, MomZe. Burried bones to manna to sky to the stars, with teeth and boobs left behind. Great!
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You are brilliant.
Wean
when the sky
cuts teeth
One must know the right time!
Hank
This is close to the original relic, like a first fingerbone in a chapel of stone.
Wow.
Awesome! My 2nd daughter cut a tooth at one month old and bit the bejesus out of my nipple. It hurt so badly, that I popped her little booty out of a visceral reaction. She never bit me again even though I breastfed her till she had a full set of teeth. LOL! xo
An admirable (and then some) combination of tight and evocative. First-rate stuff.
the second verse hits real hard !! well written !
"Wean when the sky cuts teeth," is a brilliant line.
A killer of a poem!
Just terrific. k.
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