a stone at dawn
cold water in the basin
these walls' rough plaster
imageless
after the hammering
of so much insistence
on the need for naming
after the travesties
that passed as faces,
grace: the unction
of sheer nonexistence
upwelling in this
hyacinthine freshet
of the unnamed
the faceless
Anonymous submission.
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Don't know, maybe this was the cave that Jesus was put into, the stone being the one he rolled away... Probably nothing to do with it, although it is supposed to have something to do with Easter so I had a guess...wonder if anyone will tell me what they think...
Sanity.
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Well, I don't like this poem. It doesn't seem to have much to do with Easter to me.
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So, which is it, by an Anon or by this writer? Or is it just an Anonymour submission of a poem by this writer? Why is that even at the end? Why not put it in 'author's comments'?
Anyways, I found this a bit lacklustered, but, still quaint and subtle. A good piece by the author if by the author.
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