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Consolation (Prose Poem) by Dovina
She stretched out on a grave-sized piece of earth where “hopeless,” a mere word grew to reality, the whole of everything. She wanted not to think but kept thinking and its sharpness was pain. First she decided to go to him find him unable to die and unable to move. But if he loved her she would surely bring him sorrow and if he didn’t love her he would hate how much she cared. What would she say? I’m sorry you are paralyzed? It’s supposed to rain soon? More compassion, she thought woman bestows on animals than on her own and shoots with remorse her badly hurt horse. She might play him music or let him see horses running but if she were forever resting on a bed she couldn’t bear to look out a window and see horses running and music would torment him as nothing else. Calves sent to the butcher were better off. A rabbit hopped into the sunlight a raven squawked. This grave on which she lay grew beautifully moving toward infinity and she knew what she must do.

Up the ladder: Forward My Mail
Down the ladder: Entropy

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.4615383
Weighted score: 6.7995286
Overall Rank: 411
Posted: August 1, 2004 7:55 PM PDT; Last modified: August 1, 2004 7:55 PM PDT
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[10] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.232.58 | 1-Aug-04/9:44 PM | Reply
Shoot 'im.
[n/a] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 > Dan garcia-Black | 2-Aug-04/12:22 PM | Reply
Yeah, Dan, do I look like the kinda person who shoots a man just because he's hopeless and helpless and unable to provide any kind of useful service to me and who's just a drag on society?
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 | 1-Aug-04/10:46 PM | Reply
Great
[n/a] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 > <{Baba^Yaga}> | 2-Aug-04/12:22 PM | Reply
Thanks.
[9] patty t @ 24.156.158.81 | 2-Aug-04/12:14 PM | Reply
is he dead, in the ground -- and she has to dig him up?

a poem about euthanasia, or a failed relationship.

[n/a] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 > patty t | 2-Aug-04/12:28 PM | Reply
Ambiguous poems are facinating because they often bring back responses I never thought of, sometimes better than I thought of. I never saw him as already dead, or of digging him up, though now these are possibilities. And the metaphor of a failed relationship is another possibility heretofor unthought of. Thanks.
[n/a] cat @ 64.168.52.224 | 4-Aug-04/1:02 AM | Reply
John Williams has an Oscar your work reminds me of his...
[10] Fayt @ 141.157.35.222 | 7-Mar-06/10:59 AM | Reply
Pure Excellence.
[n/a] Dovina @ 69.175.32.104 > Fayt | 7-Mar-06/11:45 AM | Reply
It's great to see someone reading these old poems. Thanks.
[10] Fayt @ 71.248.90.230 > Dovina | 7-Mar-06/8:12 PM | Reply
np, its well deserved.

And i had some free time so i figured i would check out some works posted before i came here.
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