Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Claim Jumper



Why did you cut out your heart and leave it at my steps?
You have no legal right -  You know the cat
staked claim to it years ago, years
And this fake diamond on my finger has no
meaning in gold country, no
mineral rights here, unset
to precious metal

That means legally ounce for ounce a dead rat has
higher status
then a vital organ pumping, spurting like an
oil spill...having no commitments
in stopping its flow or
choking of the
innocent

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Magpie Tales #51
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23 comments:

  1. ReflectionsFebruary 1, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    Beautiful, deep thoughts... pangs here and there... love the 'vital organ pumping, spurting like an
    oil spill...having no commitments'... powerful meanings.

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  2. JinksyFebruary 1, 2011 at 11:03 PM

    "Why did you cut out your heart and leave it at my steps"

    Woah! He loves me, he loves me not?!

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  3. Mrs.TrellisFebruary 1, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    I think I understand about hearts and doorsteps, too... you might find more of the same HERE

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  4. anthonynorthFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:31 AM

    Wonderful and deep. Enjoyed it.

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  5. LouiseFebruary 2, 2011 at 3:21 AM

    On the edge, stronge poem.

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  6. AndreasFebruary 2, 2011 at 3:28 AM

    "a vital organ pumping, spurting like an
    oil spill...", is such a powerful image, both frightening and appealing. It makes me smile. I think it's that dead rat lingering.

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  7. Brigid O'ConnorFebruary 2, 2011 at 3:32 AM

    What a great poem, I loved the darkness of it and what a great opening line.

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  8. Brian MillerFebruary 2, 2011 at 5:46 AM

    you grab us right off...but all too real these feelings...

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  9. Kenia SantosFebruary 2, 2011 at 6:36 AM

    This is so beautiful and it flows so softly! I'm really glad to have read it and I doubt I can tell a favorite line because all of them are pure beauty to my heart and mind. =)

    Take care and keep smiling.

    Kiss you. =*

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  10. gautami tripathyFebruary 2, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    I like the way you the various things here...

    uneven

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  11. Kathe W.February 2, 2011 at 9:16 AM

    wow- powerful poem here.

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  12. AutumnFebruary 2, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    What can we really call innocent anymore?

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  13. Uma AnandaneFebruary 2, 2011 at 1:16 PM

    Touching poem,Well written

    Join the challenge.A place where we care and share
    http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2011/01/experimenting-with-poetry-forms_30.html

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  14. FireblossomFebruary 2, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    I'm with the cat on this one.

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2011 at 7:24 PM

    And this fake diamond on my finger has no
    meaning in gold country...

    Powerful and emotional. This is a reminder that we all have emotions and feelings. This one cuts to the core. Beautifully written and expressed my friend, toujours...

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  16. Tess KincaidFebruary 2, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    Lots of powerful feelings going on here. Great write, b.

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  17. Tumblewords:February 2, 2011 at 8:04 PM

    A fine write - powerful and painful.

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  18. RJ ClarkenFebruary 3, 2011 at 1:41 PM

    Wow! This was such a powerful poem! I don't know which line to call my favorite, since there are so many to choose from here.

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  19. SuzFebruary 3, 2011 at 3:36 PM

    I love your strong voice
    it beats all the way through the poem
    and what a poem

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  20. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 5, 2011 at 5:24 PM

    powerful first line,
    well done tale.

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  21. relFebruary 6, 2011 at 12:02 PM

    bkm,
    So, your saying you don't believe he really loved you inspite of his pumping heart? :)
    rel

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  22. Carrie Van HornFebruary 7, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    This is full of so much pain, but written powerfully! Your talent is endless Bkm! :-)

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  23. Kristen HaskellFebruary 7, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    Wow that is a great piece. For some reason I was prompted to read The Prophet after reading your poem. In case you are wondering I read page 52. Blessings

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