Predicanda Emmons

Rookie (march 29,1983 / Los Angeles)

Arguments - Poem by Predicanda Emmons

In the spat ball of tumbleweed, I am indeed contrary.
To the worry black of wonderment, I am war and woe, or wretched,
even when I shape to parallel, permit proceedings.

I can contradict, compare, confuse, or be complacent.

In the heart of love, I will pierce the matter, peruse, and parachute.

I am the atom, the spinning energy, infinite, that once clinched between fingers, will explode into air a sparkle-dust of more atoms,

or kisses, or hugs, or the stars, or sleeping;
or sitting quietly, silently, listening.


Comments about Arguments by Predicanda Emmons

  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (1/26/2010 7:40:00 AM)


    how lovely your writing is marks 10 shan (Report) Reply

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  • Adam Reed (1/26/2010 2:20:00 AM)


    i like all the skillful rhymes. very nice keep it up =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010



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