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29. Split open wide © Bruce Goodman 1 July 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the ghazal) |
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Pierced by lightning, skies split open wide. Thrashed with loss my cries split open wide. Poppy bud bright red with fecund stamen bursts out as soldiers die split open wide. Gnarled log once lord of all the forest trees on earthen floor now lies split open wide. Full-term ripe womb about to shed its fruit, breaks its waters, falls, sighs, split open wide. We shake our words as dice in hand are played, and Bruce has tossed his die split open wide. |