Mourning Scars in Carrollton

Mourning Scars in Carrollton

A Poem by LaMyron
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A villanelle

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He says, I believe in the trinity

So I unveil like scars upon my arm

The closest I’ve come to divinity


They say waves crash into infinity

That virtue floats away in tides of harm

He says, I believe in the trinity


That year, I slipped into affinity

His bell compelled her oft rum southern charm

The closest I’ve come to divinity


Blush room, his loss of masculinity

White falls in bed, he waits upon its swarm

He says, I believe in the trinity


Frequent the haunt far from proximity

I dread egress from enclaves that are warm

The closest I’ve come to divinity


And like the morn after virginity

Now I can see like scars upon his arm

He says, I believe in the trinity

The closest I’ve come to divinity

© 2012 LaMyron


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Added on September 9, 2012
Last Updated on September 10, 2012
Tags: grief, father, trinity, beliefs, religion

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LaMyron
LaMyron

WA



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Recent Cornell graduate currently living in Washington state. Developing poet. I particularly love lyrical, verse, and formatted poetry. Seeking feedback, constructive critique, and referral to rec.. more..

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