Kim Rodrigues Poet Shape

Carrie On

it wasn’t the measured meanness 
nor the pig blood
nor the rampage of Carrie’s revenge
but the quiet walk
to the graveyard
depositing flowers
remembering the saint...forgetting the maelstrom
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as the grub-filled hand erupts through the soil
to impale one more victim.
the grave has no conscience.

10/31/2019

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Geoffrey Brewer November 6, 2019 at 4:28 AM The whole essence of the film in a few lines with equivalent power. Well written, Kim. Kim Rodrigues November 6, 2019 at 6:17 AM Thank you, Geoffrey!

Sandra Adams October 31, 2019 at 8:52 PM oh you painted this scene well...i remember the movie...great penning Kim :) Kim Rodrigues October 31, 2019 at 10:02 PM Thanks, Sandra!

Eric Ashford October 31, 2019 at 5:48 PM Yikes, yep Carrie was a good movie, and this is a good poem for the season Kim Rodrigues October 31, 2019 at 5:49 PM Thank you, Eric!

Gershon Wolf October 31, 2019 at 1:31 PM Love the triple entendre (Carrie on/carrion/Carry on) and everything else about this poem too. Super, Kim! ~ gw Kim Rodrigues October 31, 2019 at 5:48 PM Yes, yes, yes! I watched the first run of the original Carrie!

Judy Ball October 31, 2019 at 12:03 PM Ooohoohoohoo! Happy Halloween to you to Kim. Well Done. God Bless, JB Kim Rodrigues October 31, 2019 at 5:49 PM Thank you, Judy! Bless you, sweet lady!

Chris Green October 31, 2019 at 11:32 AM When I saw the title to this my first thought was...only Kim could come up with that. Creepy my friend, just like the movie. I really liked this. Kim Rodrigues October 31, 2019 at 11:33 AM Thanks, Chris...LOL!