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bare
bleached
bones;
bear,
bison,
beaver,
betrayed
bowmen,
buried
beneath
broken
bluestem,
become
wedded in the wheat.
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© by Larry Schug.
Used with the author's permission.
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Larry Schug is retired after a working life of many different kinds of physical labor. He volunteers as a writing tutor at the College of St. Benedict and St. John's University. He's also learning to play the guitar and is branching into creating music to go along with his words. Larry has published eight books of poems and has mostly decided on what to include in a ninth collection, tentatively titled Ripples and Reflections. He lives with his wife and cat near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.
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shendric:
Impressive and fun to read!
Posted 04/20/2014 11:53 PM
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jtmilford:
your poem using both words and form has an ancient archeological feeling and message. Thanks for showing how form and words can work together.
Posted 04/19/2014 09:41 PM
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Donna Pflueger:
Larry, your incredible poem is like an ancient chant. When one reads it out loud, the chest vibrates - near the heart. Even the end line reaches down with its own continuous sound. Thank you for sharing it.
Posted 04/19/2014 10:47 AM
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Jo:
Thanks Larry.form and conten are a happy pair here. Well done.
Posted 04/19/2014 09:59 AM
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Cindy:
bare bones of a poem telling so much - awesome
Posted 04/19/2014 08:44 AM
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laurasalas:
Gorgeous in form and feeling!
Posted 04/19/2014 08:22 AM
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paradea:
I like what this poem says, Larry!!
Posted 04/19/2014 07:19 AM
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