So Soon Divided

Posted: January 15, 2011 in My Poetry
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Under
channeled impulse
of life
too quickly
learned.

Innocence
melted
under heat
and pressure.

That early time
is gone.

Nothing stays
for long.

But
the coiled rope
waits patiently.

It has many
uses.
Whip,
collar,
leash;

ultimately
a noose,

should things
go that
direction.

That umbilical
cord
binds me
to the past

trails into
the future.

Attempts
to sever
that lingering
link,

end with me
cut and crawling

rope
primly curled
without
a mark.

It can last
forever.

And I?
I wait
for the rope
to decide

what
its next game
will be.

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