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Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Monument, Colorado, United States
December 20
The Cleaner
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................


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NOVEMBER 18, 2012 7:36PM

The Tune of Siva's Eye

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If the song is palpable
then be scared, for
the river will flow skyward
and wood will wax-drip.

Fish will join in the singing,
the carp with the bass notes,
the trout with the tenor,
and that tiny crawdad soprano,

but, honestly you should shut
your ears to beautiful death,
your eyes to the catastrophe.

Choose to harvest morels
those twisted toes,
placing each morsel
in your basket,
while others run screaming.

Become part of the scene.
It is not a painted backdrop.
Your right arm will be visible,
disguised as a deer's antler,
the silver fuzz worn off.

There will be a hush following
the song. On the other side
of the world, The Great Wall
will shiver and a crack will form
and widen until it becomes
a grin and then a howl.

Lucy Simpson, 9/3/2012

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Last time I heard fish sing I was high on acid.

One has to be very patient to get into OS these days, this was worth it.

OS ate my earlier comment. Last time I heard fish sing I was high on acid.

Getting in to OS takes a long time these days, this was worth it.

Thanks so much Spike and Con! Spike, I enjoy your poetry. Sorry I haven't been critiquing. Thanks so much Con!!