This poem won Honourable mention in the 2012 2-Day Poem Contest

My right arm casted, this poem has little choice

but to wend, flesh-bare and wan through Percocet

dreams where bones severed, coalesce. Like Neolithic

ground offering up the remains of an infant

arranged in its mother's embrace, pain is less than

the salient need to signal a presence, compassion,

a quest for truth elusive as the tickle I can’t reach. At best

I am less garrulous—forced, left-handed, to peck images

clean as children in the woods, winter's end, waiting

their turn at a blackened pan to scoop maple-drenched

snow. Ice beneath the surface. Cutting through bone

a harbour entrance for shards that prick and abrade

until we elevate the limb, excavate the fragment

that yields a name.

Published online June 01 2012.

This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.

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This piece was published in ‘Poetry Only,’ the Spring 2013 issue of CV2.

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