Bloody knuckles and broken heart,
barbaric breathing in tender breaths,
uneasy lies the head that wears the
frown, weighted memories, life bereft;
wall of innocence, dotted hue, departed
love, the vacuum filled; fester, blister,
boiling blood, dawns the night in
unexpected bruises; now with eyes,
the wall stands judgement, mock the
man in swelling weakness; staring
contests, blaring silence, idle hands
with masters violent; wringing, wanting,
calling out; no succour, no escape,
besieging grief in cryptic reminders;
coherence forsaken, harmony shaken,
turmoil wakes in remembrances taken
art: by Zao Wou-Ki
Intense.
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Feels that way
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I love this kind of rapid fire poetry!
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Thank you, Susan; I must confess, though, I’m not sure what you mean (I have no idea what I’m doing)
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I feel that way all of the time. Just keep doing it!
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Harmony doesn’t stand a chance in such environs!
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