Showing posts with label death: a poetic thesis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death: a poetic thesis. Show all posts
death: a poetic thesis
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my sorrows resided inside a
moment. each sounded to simulate
scabbed hearts- the thrum of death.
salted wounds and broken earth, wince.
I gather my mortar and pestle,
crushing this susurration with
flex of hand and carve petroglyphs,
strange mosaics, without
exit. at the berm of stone
i stare into murky depths of
mud and pull away my hand.
I stopped by The Poetry Collaborative last night and used their starting and end words to create this poem. I added a few lines in between the words they gave me to make it blend better.
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