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Wake me from the plunder
of being kissed
on the lips by unripened pears
A card board bird’s beak
smeared radioactive with soured honey
Held in molten silence I’m feeling the raptor burn through
as I burst into pustules fish scales and flight
through mute voices
ignoring
the dying of my light
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Artist: Dan Casado
Poetry of Light 
Such potent writing, Jana…filled with light. Bonnie
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Thank you Bonnie…but it doesn’t feel that way. Rather too hot to handle….
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And you do write seeringly with such insight…just as you did recently for me. You heard what was there…you caught it, you wise woman.)
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Wonderful – ‘wake me from the plunder of being kissed’ – I really love that!
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Thank you Michele…this part actually came from a creepy dream… a little too vivid. Sometimes symbols ease us in to larger acknowledgement
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unripened pears….and fish scales…..very intense juxtapositions!
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How does anyone approach speaking about a subject like this? I looked in the moment and it was unripened pears and fish scales… Thanks Steven…
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petri dish
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we’re
all
from the sea
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smearing mutation
breathe defecation
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“Holding” sometimes gets messy…and beyond sadness…but there’s still “holding”
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Wow, the imagery in this poem hits like a punch in the gut. Excellent writing here. I look forward to reading more of your work!
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Thanks Miranda
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Your vivid descriptions reveal you are awake Jana, to keep the light aflame.
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Thanks Teri
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What a complex and visual poem. Very dream-like. And a bit creepy. In a good way. 🙂
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We used to have garbage men pick up the trash and recycling. Now we have these mechanical armed trucks that lift the lidded trash bins into the truck spewing lose garbage all over the street…not a lot but it accumulates.
I live in the mnts. of Appalachia. Poison ivy is as common as dandelions here and grows up through all the hedges even in the city. All the litter eventually blows into the hedgerows. Every year I’ve been here, I have an increasing respect for poison ivy.
On an infinitesimal scale it’s my own Fukushima but it’s something I can do something about.
This poem IS creepy Alice, thanks for noticing…
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I grew up in Ohio with healthy crops of poison ivy. We’re kin through the skin. 😉
Keep writing. I enjoy your work. Alice
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complex and truly stunning poem Jana, filled with dreamlike, almost nightmarish images…love the Casado painting…
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Casada is becoming a favorite lately. His work is a good balance to the subject matter. Maybe it’s easier to approach? But whatever, nuclear explosions are a nightmare, no?
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