Poetry Poem by Thomas Rickarby
Poetry
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Poetry is a fireplace to bask in.
It’s warmth awakens wounds we thought
we had cauterized; A hot knife
skimming calluses and peeling back
dead skin, as a farmer tilling earth,
till it hits a vein of rock, a nerve.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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4/24/2024 8:24:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
poetry is peeling over the foreskin to feel the magic of all the senses