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Saturday, September 10, 2011

The Baby

Real blood
deserves better
than to be spread across a lens
until it thins into
a tv movie event
or talk show fodder.

Real blood
should be buried.
Real grief
Should be private.

Real blood
spread like sweet jam across the pop landscape,
becomes changed
becomes cheapened
becomes rotten on the face
of an unnatural, festering monster.

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23 comments:

  1. Brian MillerSeptember 10, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    true that shay....true that...

    vivid in its hard truth...

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  2. Uneven StephenSeptember 10, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    Wow, very succinct and powerful. Those opening lines are incredible, and each line furthers the point here. Incredible.

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  3. hedgewitchSeptember 10, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    The sad part is that the blood is all too real, and the jam is what's not, yet what do we see? Maybe we can't deal with that much reality--or maybe that much reality doesn't sell corn flakes as well. A stony eye that sees clearly in this one.

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  4. BeachannySeptember 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM

    AMEN!

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  5. Arron ShillingSeptember 10, 2011 at 5:52 PM

    this is a pretty awesome poem
    cuts to the quick - amen also

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  6. Mark KerstetterSeptember 10, 2011 at 6:29 PM

    But we don't see the real blood. People became outraged over Vietnam because the news actually reported what was happening. We've got tens of thousands dead, maimed and screwed up. It's not reported. We don't see the blood.

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  7. ellen abbottSeptember 10, 2011 at 6:36 PM

    media as vampire.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 10, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    Ellen nailed it - media as vampire. And so did you!

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 10, 2011 at 7:25 PM

    Imagine if there had been a draft for the subsequent wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Real blood on my block would have meant end of war in one year. I wrote about this yesterday the other way in "Usury."

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  10. ayalaSeptember 10, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    true...true.

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  11. ClaudiaSeptember 11, 2011 at 4:16 AM

    yes.

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  12. GlynnSeptember 11, 2011 at 7:36 AM

    Real grief is private. We just don't know the difference any more. Good poem.

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  13. PatriciaSeptember 11, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    incredible, truthful take on this prompt...

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  14. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    Loved the tone of privacy in your grief piece.

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  15. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    As is the nature of a technological world, everything becomes a media event, even the things that should be held private and personal. Well done.

    Beth

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  16. ScarletSeptember 11, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Love these lines:

    Real blood
    should be buried.
    Real grief
    Should be private.

    True ~

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  17. Ann LeFloreSeptember 11, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    WOW this is so strong real blood spilled across the lands. This is what war and so much other sorrows leave behind. thank you for sharing
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/11/the-sorrow-of-our-times/

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  18. libithinaSeptember 11, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    spot on ~ or rather on the money with this one Shay ~ voyeuristic pourings sells ~ media ~ news ~ but 'grief should be private' and 'blood buried' ~ great write ~ Lib

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  19. LolamouseSeptember 11, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    Yes.

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  20. Maude LynnSeptember 11, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    Amen, lady.

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  21. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 9:14 PM

    Too true.

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  22. LydiaSeptember 12, 2011 at 4:02 AM

    Zing!


    word veri: pidebrat

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  23. AnonymousSeptember 12, 2011 at 11:58 PM

    i couldn't respond to the dVerse prompt. it IS too private. thank you for expressing that, Shay.
    ♥ d

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