EPOCH

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    THIS POEM IS ABOUT JUXTAPOSING THE LIFE OF A MOTHER AND THE BABY FROM BIRTH TO ADULT BY THE TIME WHICH THE MOTHER BECOMES AGED.

    EPOCH

    She laid in ecstasy,

    rose in guilt

    and bore in agony.

    Purged in red and agony,

    then, it trudged

    and stood like a midget.

    Like a hunchback she bore

    eighteen-couple-of-moons.

    Tending the tendril

    ages hence,

    till the table turned

    and she trudged

    and stood like a midget.

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    ListninEar commented on EPOCH

    05-25-2010

    interesting...I like how you make the point that life takes us full circle. I think you need to change one of your agonies to another work so that it's not so repetitive at the start
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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