Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Poultice And Prayer Comments

Rating: 4.8

Shake the feathered rattle,
Paint my face with charcoal and ash,
Wave the bamboo wand
In front of my sleepy eyes
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Gary Witt
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Sue Ann Simar 26 August 2009

I'm guessing that the reactions to this poem would vary greatly. . Me? I felt everything pilgrim in me become puritan. . I'm much too private and contained for spiritual displays.

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There is something about this series of imperatives, and end 'release', that has me gripped. A grand penning G, as always. t x

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