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.
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giantgentlebear (
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Comments3
Awesome Awesome write
thanking you -from a supermoon sleepless night
Welcome
Has a Salvadore Dali surrealism about it. Enjoyed.
your very generous cheers
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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