Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, May 5, 2011


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Your evil trickery
Has been uncovered
Wicked wizard!
Sordid sorcerer!
You have danced your last
Bait and switch tango
With this girl
When did you steal my unlined face
And replace it
     with old parchment?
When did you take my ivory legs
And substitute a map
     of rivers and streams?
Serpentine deity
With your consort of destiny
I refuse to worship at your alter
You alter that which is not yours
You take the green from spring
The nectar from flowers
The flush from cheeks
And leave brittle winter memories

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Stealing, at Verse in a Nutshell


patcegan said...

Great use of the prompt. I like this very much. Am still smiling. Thanks, hug, pat

Jingle said...


gone like wind,
not so bad after all..

happy Mother's Day.

upinthecosmos said...

Great write@ I love the imagery in this! Stop in & read Decisions

Christine said...

I can relate to the leg comment, I've decided capri's are my best friend now.

trisha said...

your poem sounds like a painful reality - a cruel reality.

You gave it life! hope and pray its his last dance- evil thief.


Mama Zen said...

Oh, I love this!

And, I hate that guy.