Strange: to feel your self cemented
at the blood-heavy roots within
yet clearly incomplete. Unsafe somewhere.
Thoughts and mercurial impression race
between skin and muscles, blood and soul,
like radioactive maggots contaminating
all the best beliefs you hold about you.
At your feet a translucent bird
struggles like a broken nation.
Upon its wings, within its breasts
a thousand colors shine stories
about you: all the love you slaughtered,
the hatred you rocked in your arms like some
sad little boy-orphan or your own smelly evil.
These are knowings: from which you
have always ran. Now pulsing at your feet
like Achilles’ bloody wound.
Now ravenous and raving for morsels of mercy.
Aberjhani
©4/28/2005
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Magnificent poetic write ... penned to perfection!!
Blessings,
Robert
in stating......enjoyed
the sting
(miss it)
Chanti
Emeka
"Living on the Edge 2" delivers its message through wise sounds.
It is a poetic glow from the fountain of wisdom.
Healthy be Your creative days, sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Linda's right, this one, to me, was felt, but not so much, at first, in the meaning of its words, but in its lettering structure and moody tone. Then, awareness bites and propounds the secondary realization of the meaning of those words, creating a double-pathos echoing effect that still rings in my mind.
Thank you for this lesson.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Paul;-]
Love Tinka
Thank you for sharing! However you have lived, methinks you
are doing something right, if you can write like this;-)
Eileen