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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Magpie Tales 46- Poem: No Choice





No Choice-
You left me
like a hand removed
from gloves—
flat and limp.

What could you do?
The bird had no tweet;
the stem lacked any bud.

I was poison;
you water—

you could only dilute me
but always there would be venom.




2010© Michael A. Wells

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10 comments:

  1. Kathe W.7:22 PM

    yow! Tense words.

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  2. Tess Kincaid9:44 AM

    Powerful write, Michael. Excellent.

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  3. Michael A. Wells11:18 AM

    Tess- Thank you, getting the fullest measure of power out of words is a goal of mine for the new year.

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  4. Michael A. Wells11:18 AM

    kathew - appreciate your comment and stopping by. :)

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  5. Trellissimo5:08 AM

    Ouch! Vitriol worthy of Ada...

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  6. Fenny Sterenborg8:52 AM

    This one left me in awe Michael ... love it!!!

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  7. Michael A. Wells10:08 AM

    Fenny - Ah, Thank you!So many of yours do that to me. Glad I could return a favor. :)

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  8. Michael A. Wells10:09 AM

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  9. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall7:13 PM

    powerful,
    masterful job.

    happy 2011.

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  10. Brian Miller2:23 PM

    oy this was excellent particularly those closing lines...

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