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The Argument “…but Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.” –John 8:6b To know at once our whisper, warm black syllables, what we shed, is to understand with scaled touches the again we visit, our silent dusty dark. Hear, we speak, our voices booming, unfamiliar. Here we peel off skin, expose familiar shame—sin still tastes the same. Do we write in dust our thoughts, or search for colorless stones smoothed by serpent bel- lies? |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2006-09-04 08:20:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Dear G.,
Sorry I missed this one before - but can I tell you I think it's beautiful. You have some great lines in this,
thought provoking and stimulating - leaving the reader wanting to read more.
My favorite line in this, is your last - very unique, and very fresh idea.
I love the religious part of this - structure is good, and words flow flawlessly.
I'm very impressed by this write - there's nothing I would change, and I look forward to reading more of the same.
sincerely,
Denimari