Scavenger of words
I pick among bones
dried skin of verbs
a carcass of past groans
Eating refuse that others refuse
Nature's trash picker's duty
Guts and bone sprinters reuse
stolen scraps of past beauty
From rotting meat there is worth
Recycling thoughts bled
Each creature a new birth
pieces of what was once dead
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2024 02:28
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Beautiful
Thanks so much for the review and comment it is appreciated
Wow I'd say a perfect description. just to be in a day of yesterday for it's beauty and altered philosophy I'd truly love to be, although books are my time travel I very rarely read.
Thanks Teddy I often wonder how long it has been since there was an original thought. When I think I have an original way to put things I find it was said hundreds if not thousands of years ago. I so appreciate your read and feedback Teddy.
🌹 you my dear friend have the gift to be any age at all timeless a gentleman and a poet without any doubt. Blush away sir.
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Tremendous. I love the creativity.
Thanks so much Thomas for the read and encouragement I appreciate it.
Even a poem translated becomes another one ‘birth a new creature’ though I think that’s the big trick to the magic of poetry-good write…
Thank you Parisab for the deeper thought you gave to this poem. I appreciate the read and insightful thought you have for this poem.
Ahh, lovely - I was just thinking about what to give KP for her dinners next week. Now I need think no more! heehee.
What deep thought did I ever contribute to 'comments'?! lol.
Thanks Orchi but I take no credit for your future dinners. Appreciate the read though.
Rebirth is there for all of our words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy your words of encouragement are always appreciated.
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