VOID IN A TIN BORROWED FROM THE 1890S

giantgentlebear

jailed MY SHADOW IN THE NIGHT-

for telling stories to the trees -who bent over to listen closer

and in the blood each letter stroked

every word falling -every leaf adoring

another pill -its easy then the stories can become a purple sky cut from the crystal dreaming day-

darkness in its echo bed

repeating the leaning truth- self portraits gather amongst broken glass

another pill another drip of life -

the shadow carries the wooden cross -lost and found

the hand falls limp-cold as deep water fish -fingers uncurl 

drop to the ground the pill rolls -

stops -lost and found.

 

  • Author: giantgentlebear (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2016 16:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Awesome Awesome write

    • giantgentlebear

      thanking you -from a supermoon sleepless night

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Augustus

        Has a Salvadore Dali surrealism about it. Enjoyed.

      • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

        Wow the imagery and muse is awesome here. I like the wording and description all very poetic. Kudos.
        Pls do comment my latest poem too, pleeez.



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