{"id":7130,"date":"2015-06-13T10:24:00","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7130"},"modified":"2015-06-13T10:27:59","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:27:59","slug":"again-and-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/again-and-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Again and Again"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">he beat the child<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">thinking that tomorrow it would<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">return to its old self, brand-new,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">a shiny scratch-free Teflon pan ready<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">for the fire;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">that the child&#8217;s smile<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">would reappear like the daily sunrise,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">or a tape rewound constantly,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">gurgling out goose after Mother Goose<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">of happy songs<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">high-pitched on the swing,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">merry-go-round after merry-go-round<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">of daddythis and daddythat,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">its cries coming from a talking doll<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">on a string,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">but most of all that<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">the bruises would rub off with soap<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">and rough towels, that the skin would<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">rid itself of its scars, that there are no<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style','serif';font-size: 12pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">memories in darkness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(c) Ella Wagemakers, 16.00 Dutch time (= 10.00 a.m. EST in the US)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>he beat the child thinking that tomorrow it would return to its old self, brand-new, a shiny scratch-free Teflon pan ready for the fire; 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