Tuesday, October 19, 2010

THE SOUL TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT

THE SOUL TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT

One's own real history
is buried beneath layers of detritus
what one carries with them
a passel of old suitcases
bound together
with belts and bungie chords
a portmanteau of the past

Then memory serves up
a variant at will—or not
depending upon the state
of one's mind

This is what we press into hard labor
try & mine it for meaning
and forge connections
into a chain-gang of thought
then swear it's the soul truth
and nothing but.

10/19/10



write a history poem. This could mean a poem about your country's history, the history of an event or a tool, or even your own personal history. Hey, you could even write about the history of a relationship. The history of everything is fair game.

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