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Photo by Eraticus.
Universal Veil
from definitions of the parts of a mushroom in a mycology textbook
Like an egg fried
sunny-side-up—
this membrane that
tissues the immature
before we disappear
entirely, leaving
behind our patchy warts.
Such microscopic
pores, the true/false
running our morals
underground through
deadened wood until
they’ll tree our hair,
with fibers that push
never pierce the veil.
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This is fantastic. Perfectly-penned, Bravo!
Posted by: Nicole | Friday, March 11, 2011 at 08:11 AM
stunning imagery,
fabulous entry,
your description is vivid.
Posted by: Jingle | Friday, March 11, 2011 at 10:25 AM
"that tissues the immature..." Lovely.
Posted by: Donna Vorreyer | Friday, March 11, 2011 at 05:49 PM
Fascinating. I'll never look at a mushroom in the same way again.
Posted by: vivienne blake | Friday, March 11, 2011 at 11:27 PM
Love found poems. This is a wonderful one, full of unusual & evocative combinations.
Posted by: Deb | Saturday, March 12, 2011 at 01:00 PM
Utterly delightful - the imagery is astounding.
Posted by: Tumblewords | Saturday, March 12, 2011 at 06:08 PM
After reading that description, I believe I'm a mushroom. Something to do with warts I think.
Posted by: Mike Patrick | Sunday, March 13, 2011 at 12:44 PM