Compared To What, Castration? Poem by Ted Sheridan
Compared To What, Castration?
Tantamount
To the wind playing war games with my hair
or the hard rain scrubbing my face raw of flesh;
to that of the sun leaving me hot under the collar
or the ground shaking beneath my fallen arches
I find just the thought of her loving me
every bit as provoking….
2008 ©
Interesting title and more...love the imagery...brings to mind so many different angles of who she is and why you feel this way...Coach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 12:09:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the originality of your work Ted. Your poetry sizzles. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥