- Non-Erotic Poetry
- His Beard
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Click hereHis beard
was like poly fill of a pillow
the kind you buy in a bag from the craft stores
I could not see his lips at all!
I saw white fuzz moving and I tried
the serious side of try
to catch it but nothing
nothing upper or lower was there
that is when he turned himself into Judas Iscariot by holding a staff
as if that would fool anyone come on with a beard like
you gotta try harder for the disguise and when he said it
the
still
small
voice
is still small
and nothing moved
even the ribbons stopped their flutter
and I thought for a moment I would give up my obsession
but it did not last
in my mind
I held scissors
inches away from his nose,
his chin
all hour long.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoVery good. I see what Eve means; with your writing here you draw a fascinated reader in to work out the imagery and consider the meaning of all that might be happening.
WickedEveabout 17 years agoAfter reading your poem, I now have my own little movie playing in my head. This is what a good poem does. It shows the reader images, instead of just telling the reader what's happening.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoThis was interesting. I especially liked the ending. It might have read better with "the" in the second line...
"was like poly fill of a pillow"
-Curiouswife
