PWoF 2016 - Topic 02 - Sept. 23

[cvanshelton]

she didn’t survive the operation

Pretty fantastic. And, you nailed the subject. My brother is a surgeon - He's expressed some similar feelings. Well done.

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Scrumping is a great word. Your second stanza has a wonderful rhythmic quality. I reread it several times. Good stuff.

Code Processing A Pig

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old testament god

Wow lizzie. That sure took an unexpected turn. I have often wondered about that interconnection with God.

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Redemption

When tempestuous iron clouds
roil and boil,
and riffling waves are tossed up
to breakers,
when thunder barks loudly across the
sea of discontent,
as lightning, his awful brother,
slaps sharply down,
my hand at the tiller slips,
while the rudder wags where it wills,
and all seems squid ink and tentacles.

There, in salty turbulence,
overwhelmed by icy sprays of terror,
I reconcile myself to you,
and offer this shoddy, ragged heart
that you yet deem green with hope,
and lively as the skies. And there
on sodden, sour teak planks,
I take your open fingers and
trembling, thank the terrible storm.