April 1, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION















The Temple Of



Evelyn Adams


The place.
I’m someone.
I shouldn’t care.

Split my skin
In a frantic bid.
High or low.
You love me so,
Do you?
Do you?

Don’t put me down
In the logs of your adventures.
Someone to conquer and surpass.
No one to save here.
Try the next bombed and broken temple of Tuesday’s girl.

Leaning left, I lost my airplane arms.
It’s not just her.
It’s a million other poets with the same dreams.

There is no call to your
Caveat endeavor.
How may true freedom rise.





















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  1. Prince Mensah April 06, at 03:51

    Nana, the two poems are exquisite and full of food for thought. Congrats.

  2. EileenJ April 02, at 14:49

    Beautiful work. Especially love these lines: "the go ahead and breathe it’s okay freedom found in this in-between time." That's one of my own favorite things about this time of day.

  3. Evelyn April 02, at 01:51

    ahhh still love to read me and all these other poets... thanks Val!

  4. Dennis White April 01, at 17:51

    Beth, These two poems are just a brief sampling of your extraordinary talent and mastery of words and imagery. You deserve recognition for your work and I'm glad it is happening. Wishing you continued success in your writing endeavors. Dennis

  5. ed hart April 01, at 15:21

    oops, i called this wonderful poet Emma...sorry for that...but the sentiment still carries

  6. ed hart April 01, at 15:19

    Congratulations Emma...your poetry continues to life on strong wings...your words lead a natural rhythm, with delicate fingers sculpting the deep magic, the pleasure of life


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