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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Magpie Tales 38




Here and Now

Time raps on
in an inconspicuous loop
and maybe we’ve been there—

who is ever certain.
The cracks in the earth,
an undercurrent of hush;

there are those who believe
on the last day the ground will split open
uniting bodies with souls,

those who believe
we waste too much on foreign aid,
and some who believe
they’ll have another beer.

There is too much
emphasis on perfection
among the living

anyway. There will be time
enough in the next life
to be the model citizen;
the kind streets are named after.


2010 © Michael A. Wells – all rights reserved


7 comments:

  1. while being a kind person and recyling I'll have a beer please and pass the pumpkin pie.

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  2. I like this. I don't think they will be naming any streets after me :)

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  3. could you imagine that committee?
    If you thought it was tough to get an approval on earth..just wait :)

    seriously, this was lovely

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  4. Anonymous1:40 AM

    The first line really grabbed me and I loved the images you created. Beautiful. I also think we're too obsessed with being perfect. I enjoyed the message and loved the flow of this piece.

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  5. Oh, I especially like how you wrap it up with that wonderful last line.

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  6. Rene - Thanks!

    Patience & Willow... First and last lines are always important so thank you. I have to say, I was not totally sold on this poem... I'm still not sure about it. But that happens. I'm ready to move on.

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  7. too much perfection,
    wow.
    true words.
    well plotted tale.

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