Monday, January 26, 2015

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                                                                 Hair: like bondage



                             it
              wraps            wraps
                   and        and
                        wraps
                  and        and
             wraps           wraps    
 
   around the arms and
not only stops movement
  but it slows down time
 
 
 
Bound by the hair on God's knuckles, it forces 
 them to reflect on every memory they
wish they could forget; thus, the
enjoyment in pulling out
your hair is found.
 
 
 
I know it hurts but continue sipping love nectar
until you're unrecognizable
 
    
 
 
 
be my bitch                                                                                          be what I'm looking for
 
 
                                                                     
 
 
 
 
and water me
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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25 comments:

Mary said...

First of all, I like the intriguing shape of this poem....and I can just picture that long hair wrapping & slowing down time; and next time I see God I will be checking his knuckles. Smiles.

emmett wheatfall said...

Wow! Fabulous! Both in content and form, originality and creativity. Excellent composition.

Björn Rudberg said...

The pulling of hair and wrapping and God, make me think of flagelants - the pain we sense when pulling the hair makes us feel.

Brian Miller said...

really cool structure anthony...wicked cool closure on this....its got edge but also a tenderness...it was the boiund by the hair on gods knuckles stanza that really stood out to me...as i processed that mentally...and the symbolism of that...

Grace said...

I love the format though like the hair wrapping around and around ~ Hair like a bondage, and that ending line, water me, really struck me ~

A very challenging & unique challenge Anthony thanks ~

Claudia said...

whew man - what a tight write - love the hair on god's knuckles.... awesome

Gabriella said...

I like the layout of your poem, Anthony, and how you end up with a kind of love plea.

Glenn Buttkus said...

streetwise, yet tender under the scruff; like others the hair of God's knuckles knocked my ass out; & it is good to see the shape, the form of the lines emancipated, free as fruit flies fluttering through rips in the screen door. Got appointment today so will catch up on the trail later; terrific prompt, brother.

Marina Sofia said...

Interesting layout here - and I can only imagine that the web image does not quite correspond with the vision you had in your mind! (I read an interesting preface to May Sarton's poetry about the challenges of poem layouts in ebooks).

charliezero1 said...

Beautiful poem.

Love the style and the layout. Perfect piece my friend. :)

Ken Higginson said...

I love the texture that hair ads to art/ and poetry.Your format is almost like a mask one of the masks above.

ayala said...

Very cool!

quest4peas said...

cool shaping of the poetry...gives a visual to what you are saying.

Truedessa said...

That was an innovative way to present your poem and your words are always crisp with a snap here and there..Thanks for hosting tonight.

Victoria said...

So much to like about this, Anthony. The weaving of words like a braid, almost. "Bound by the hair on God's knuckles..." the god we made like us. And as someone said, above, the texture of this. Great! Fun prompt.

Prajakta said...

A very creative way of presenting your poem. It reminds me of the braiding motion as you have beautifully shown in your words.

Excellent prompt tonight!

Margaret said...

God, time, love, lost love, growth… all woven together … "braided" into one. At least that's what I got out of it.

Kathy Reed said...

I felt the pain...the redemption (reminds me of The Mission), the being bound by God...great images, Anthony! And thanks for the cool prompt.

Kate Mia said...

Yes.. there's no escape from the hair of bondage.. to find the roots of hair that is ..is hair not lost.. in life as is..:)

Mark Butkus said...

A nice blend of story and scheme.

SaraV said...

I love that phrase "Bound by the hair on God's knuckles". What an image! You always deliver the unique words, and I am delighted by them :-)

Poet Laundry said...

I agree with what many others have said regarding the imagery you present...the bondage, hair on God's knuckles, water, etc. Excellent concrete/visual piece.

bwfiction said...

Strong - you should submit this - could be award winning

oursunshines said...

The aesthetics of this poem is truly captivating... definitely imitates the natural flow of hair... You've really created some amazing visuals in this powerful piece of poetry <3 I especially like the phrase "Bound by the hair on God's knuckles"... I think most of us do... smiles

Lydia said...

I am quite in awe of this, the structure especially. This is a poem that I will be thinking about for awhile.