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by N J Thornton   Apr 1, 2007


When sinners did sin
eyes multiplied,
and watched all four corners (plus one)
of the facade.
Impatient for a hairline
beneath the windowsill.

Admittance [of sin] was needless,
but peons must be dressed in white cloth
and their stance be alert.

For sinner hesitates by self's [im]morals,
mindful that spite is cloaked by a
sunny gown...
alike to sinners own.

Currently untitled....any ideas?

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  • 17 years ago

    by barbara

    My idea is maybe the sin of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.....just a thought...another great one....i'll come back tomorrow and comment more of your work....

  • 17 years ago

    by Aussie

    That really got me thinking. it goes deep to the human minde. u can take it in so many ways. keep writing:)

  • 17 years ago

    by Teria

    I think this has a lot of meaning behind it, that I'm not quite getting at the moment.
    I guess it's just too late for me to comprehend too much.
    It was worded well.
    And, another piece that left me questioning.
    Love when that happens.

    Keep it up. :]

  • 17 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    Has a lot of meaning behind, though I'm not sure what to call it myself. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    [Im]mortality

    Duh!

    Well written poem

    Good topic, unique way of expressing.
    Still, i liked your other poems better.
    Well written.

    5/5
    ~Stephen White

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