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In the bed I do not rely on commandments
The roses already fraught with wind
How many clocks do you ask
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WOW! This is genuine poetry... This is the real thing. I'm stunned and at a loss for words, which is very uncharacteristic of me because I taught Creative Writing to high school students for over 15 years. And you probably know Language Arts teachers always have something to say! Let me focus. Your title is excellent - it is ominous, suggests a hidden even dangerous knowledge gained from experiences most people don't have. Your poem develops by means of images which is what a poem should do. And these images are fused together - that's my word for imagery which isn't just a pretty word picture, but rather part of a developing theme. Finally your poem expresses a Big Idea very effectively, namely, it's the silence of God, that's a hevy idea, but the violence you're describing demands an accounting. In Macbeth, when MacDuff learns that his wife and children have been murdered by the tyrant, he says, What? Did Heaven look on, and not take their part? That's the kind of Big Question your poem asks.
Very powerful and shows one accepting of God's will and only fearing Hi above all else. I felt this poem could been broken into two chapters. There is an inner struggle to both accept your fate and at the same time demand and control it. Your most powerful poem. Well done