Monday, February 12, 2007

Dreaming Of Photographs - The Miraculous Truth.

The congealed despair
Of amputees' prayer
Staining the collection plate
A bowl in the rain
Under umbrella's train.
White coated doctors
Armed with syringes
Loaded with miracles
Battling the scourges
Exorcising, healing
Not wielding or yielding
Cloth bound superstition.
The lone man who missed his flight
Ringed by 357 flaming remains
Of those who didn't.
Concentric waves of stillborn
Diseased famined and fateful
Bullseyes beneath
Question marks
Aimed at the heart of the
Miracle breathing tongue speaking

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Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Glenn,
Its great to have you back!!!

Friday, February 23, 2007 7:02:00 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

its been awhile - as always I get away but I have to be here one in while...

Did you post this poem before

I have feeling that I read it before

why is that???

Sunday, February 25, 2007 10:21:00 AM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

HIjas, Thanks for your welcomes - it's nice to have company !
I haven't posted this before, but I have posted it on a couple of other poetry sites.

Monday, February 26, 2007 2:33:00 AM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

A brush with death
May question the soul

Wednesday, February 28, 2007 5:53:00 AM  

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