Coming Of Age

Coming Of Age long poem

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she couldn’t stop laughing and the electricity
hoarded by her belly in secret crept
to her spine and began to seep toward the nape
of her neck where it would explode like mercury
brilliant and ungraspable to lodge
in those formerly obscure forks of her body

sometimes she could ignore those loci
could think of them as swamps of low inspiration
attribute the flow and itch of nerve endings
as transactions arranged by the devil even though
she didn’t believe in heaven, could only picture evil
incarnate as a small man built like her father’s
stunted twin dressed in dusty formal clothes but showing
none of her father’s love or good humor
spending all his nights diagramming her body
rerouting all her processes to result in maximum
callowness and maximum distraction

even so the wrong (or right) touch would get her
laughing then her skin would pull taut
leaving happiness outside a bank of old windows
wavy from decades of unstoppable fluid motion
or someone missspeaking a word or a friend’s
malapropism would loosen her joints
send her to the floor grasping her ribs and gasping
red-faced and transported to a far place
she never imagined and hoped was as far away
from everyday as a girl could get and still be sane

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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A poignant piece of verse that captures a beautiful thought ; sometimes Happiness does not just happen but one makes it happen as a means of escape from the darkness and despair that life may throw our way. Beautifully written, tragic and yet sans any melodrama, this one is a sure fire winner, Kudos!

Archana Kaul

Different, unpredictable and lovely experience reading the poem Glen!!

Archana Kaul

Different, unpredictable and a lovely experience reading the poem Glen!!


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