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The Bones of Saints

Contributed by Sagacious on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 10:37:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



"Bronzed," as they say of beauty
queens--tanned to some Nubian

first-hue--earth to earth, she clings
to earth's breast, or is clung to by

the earth.
Only skin deep, but I have seen

through her to the bleachwhite
bones of her--and what saint was left

for dead this way--whose goodness was
the death of her?

Latina Jezebel, prideful creature,
they made this harlot out of you;

turned your inside out, then leaving you
to the sun, they made a shrine of you--

and who would own you,
to own a piece of your salvation?




Copyright © Sagacious ... [ 2004-07-22 10:37:44]
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Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by Colleen on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 09:07:48 PM AEST
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That was amazing. I felt as though I could actually see the photo. Good write!


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 12:13:45 PM AEST
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Whoa this was deep, very artistically written. I wish I had a deeper understanding of literature to comprehend all your nuances and why you chose to insert a line break every 2 lines. Love the way the words sound, as well as the actual meanings they conjure up. Last 6 lines were superb. This poem should be published.


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 12:34:24 PM AEST
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Beautiful depiction of what really happens in that area to a lot of the 'girls of the street'. I like the flow and structure of this work.

Rita


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 11:37:29 PM AEST
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this is great, I love it


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by lovespoetic0518 on Wednesday, 28th July 2004 @ 08:58:57 AM AEST
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Very nostalgic. I love this piece, and your rendition of this story. Very good piece.

Kimberly :)


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 29th July 2004 @ 12:49:42 AM AEST
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I am always interested to know what it was that moved the poet to begin this write... and the story behind this is heartwrenching. An image... horridly vivid I imagine. You have shown the young girl more compassion, certainly, that the one(s) that opted to publish the picture. It was an enormous injustice - you, however, have given something back to her.

This is a powerful piece. I am so delighted that you have found your way to YPDC. Welcome! I am very much looking forward to reading more of your work.

Impressed and moved by your first post-
SNM


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by FleurdeSang on Thursday, 5th August 2004 @ 07:55:42 AM AEST
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..... once more, a masterful piece of writing you have here, Sagacious! it's so beautifully disturbing, and a wonderful flow to it! I can see the impact this picture had on you by your writing... exquisite!! i loved it! In some perturbed way, Death has its own type of splendor... you, my friend, have captured this essence dazzingly! your way of writing captivates me to no end! keep on writing. i shall be waiting for your newest piece, mon ami! adieu.

love, your dearest admirer,
FleurdeSang.


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by SensitiveSoAbused on Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 11:42:39 AM AEST
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i enjoyed it greatly. found it in the sp forum.

still cant figure out how most ppl can effortlessly get more comments then i almost never do lol


Re: The Bones of Saints (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Saturday, 1st August 2009 @ 06:59:14 PM AEST
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the endless stare. . . the lifeless form. . . what it must be like to die alone amid unsensored harm. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
your words. . . response. . . catalyst of empathy, it's painful & you take me there.
the air is hot. . . it's stifling. . . the night, unending & cold. the sky does not cringe (as we do) as it bares down upon our loss. . .
upon vile, wayward humanness. . . aware only of this stillness left behind.
I praise & am eternally sorrowful for your witness. peace. elle




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