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Friday, December 14, 2012

Poetry Friday: Directed



Directed 

Empty sockets, he
waits to sink poised incisors 
in my dotted lines. 


Lorie Ann Grover, 2012 

So Janet doesn't fret at the dinner table over what this is about: this is the personification of pain directed by sovereignty. 
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1 comment:

Janet said...

Wait. Is the pain dotted lines? And his empty sockets see the lines?
Here's one:
Words in a line,
Seperately contain meaning,
together picture smoke.

December 14, 2012 at 11:55 AM

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