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Jude Goodwin
Hematoma
The continent of Hematoma rises
from a small sea
between buttock and cheek,
spreads isthmus and island,
wraps fjord and bay with broad
blue blooms, a flowering -
each morning more stunning,
less acute. As pain recedes,
its beaches reach outward
and the land is forgiven;
the stone, the chosen one
the vehicle of complete
collision rests unmoved
by tears, by stain, by rain
unmoved, forgiven
it's just a rock. It's just
a race. Millennia will pass
continents will sink, rise,
sink again. What matters
one woman in mud, one hundred
riders flying by. The dragons
of Hematoma sleep.
round I, poem 3, June 22 |
| Jude Goodwin (Squamish, BC Canada),
illustrator, web design. A new poet, Jude's poems have been published
online at Eclectica, Wicked Alice,
HISS, and the Guardian
Poetry Workshop. Jude is an editor for WebdelSol's Poetry Forum:
the Writers Block. Website: goodwinstudios.com |
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