Today's word is IMPLODE, by the way. Recycling poems for the occasion...
AFFINITY
10 October 2000
It is no small epiphany,
this news you've had a piece of me,
that bones from my few wishing sprees
are part of your anatomy.
No -- it crushes and explodes
like a bomb, or it implodes
as does my throat
when i must weep
but simply won't.
The mangled shrapnel soaks my eye --
imposing, all-exposing dye,
its piercings fierce, not ever shy.
It forces me to qualify --
No -- these wishing wells would burst,
stronger bones would splinter worse,
if I were called to amputate!?
just for a fall.
think i remember this one.
Posted by: mels at March 30, 2004 05:51 AM