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Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic morgues of truth Pleading memories of oaths to rigor mortised youth Snide sacrosanct hides under shrouds of pride placing careful snares under gleaming stares These selective few they ingratiate you... Even the doubtful few These ephemeral ghosts clapping at unspoken jokes Wheezing from their throats to laugh as they choke.

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 7/20/2012 10:36:00 AM

Pretty heavy use of alliteration! Congrad's on your fine write making it through to round one in an international poetry contest. Light & Love

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/18/2012 9:11:00 AM

Congratulations on your poem making it through round one of the PoetrySoup International Poetry Contest. I wish you the best in the finals Priscilla. Love, Carol

Krishna Baalu

Date: 11/9/2010 6:40:00 AM

Priscilla lovely one. "rigor mortised youth...tilted by pride.." good one Krishna Baalu

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/18/2010 7:37:00 PM

Priscilla , I really liked those last two lines. Describing the ghosts as ephemeral and how they were clapping at unspoken jokes, perhaps replaying old jokes they had heard when still alive?? And the awful wheezing sound they would be making!