It starts
when we don't know
any better, conducting
impromptu science
experiments by shoving blunt
objects into electrical
sockets. A jolt later and this
action stops for
the moment. Then, we take
the dog's bone away, swear
at the bite incurred, and there's
dad standing there—arms
akimbo, eyebrows furrowed. Another
lesson learned, searing
the brain like a hot
iron on skin.
We grow
as do the circumstances: lost
jobs, failed
relationships, fruitless
endeavors. Each trial ending
in error lessens
as we mature, understanding
that this cycle
eases, but never
ceases.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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What stands out to me here is the way you end the stanzas. The combo of the dog bite and getting caught cussing and the effect of these lessons are all very vivid. I also like the sudden rhyme between eases and ceases. Also I like the first and last lines and how they compliment each other.
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