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The Secret (Free verse) by ecargo

How it lies, heavy in my belly and breast: no pearl, but a stone, no open hand, but a fist, mine to carry, mine alone, to bury with the rest.

ecargo 19-Sep-06/9:12 AM
Ya know, it's not. It's just an incredibly heavy-handed metaphor for carrying a secret, your own or, sometimes worse, someone else's, that weighs in your gut and plagues you. The miscarriage imagery was just a metaphor, but I think I may have overdone it--I knew what the obvious connotation would be. Thanks for the comment, Ranger! re: WWA (sounds like some WWII women's auxilary unit), I might, depending on what I can muster up. ;-) As I said, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and if nothing else, it'll let me do an inventory of my body of work, right? ("Body of work" makes it sound so imposing or impressive or something. It's not. ;-))




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