Appendages Poems - Poems about Appendages

Longing by Michael R. Burch We stare out at the cold gray sea, overcome with such sudden and intense longing . . . our eyes meet, inviolate, and we are not of this earth, this strange, inert mass. Before we crept out of the shoals of the inchoate sea, before we grew the quaint appendages and orifices of love . . . before our jellylike nuclei, struggling...

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Thirty-two appendages is what I count. Toes and fingers totaling twenty. Lower and upper legs and arms equal eight. Hands and feet rounded to four. Is that what you count? Is that what you found? Or did you count appendages more?...

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Ears, two appendages I fear, pressure applied against the one who steers. Pain distracts all sight, light drives agony into effect. Tears fall as visions fade, Strength summoned deep within, pain ascends. Blinded beneath tragic grief. Heart cold, no emotion shown. Imprisoned in manic thoughts that do not belong, Questions of existence? Destiny calls out to me in the night, "OH...

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Appendages They grow up in wardrobes in their place of coat-hangers and are left to develop a certain comfort for dark uniform closed door spaces Occasionally the light of day on a whim may grant them praise and flaunt their curiosity isn't it so sweetly so amusing So like me some may say as scratching chalk on blackboards indoctrinates and be like me and...

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What is the difference between: I like you, I love you, and God loves you? Socrates said: “When you like a flower, you just pluck it, When you love a flower, you water it daily! One who understands this, understands life…” But when you plant new flowers Around the flower that you love, You create a garden And your...

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Arms and head missing. Not an accident. This was intentional. Bobby Bendarino smiling. Busting with pride over his handiwork. Unashamed of his behavior. Convinced he'd get away with it He even winked. Making the young girl's screams louder. "Damn," I thought, "Why do I have to be the only one around When these things happen?" Eventually, I would have to sort the scene. A body with no head...

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Auricular Appendages She hears the gentle stirring of the womb rejoices in the musical duet attunes herself forever to this tone a beacon that will always lead to home tuning forks that vibrate – each - as one She understands a language – ever new attuned to eyes and grins and coos perceives the gentle inquiries of touch a living mobile swaying in the...

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