The metaphor is great here…
Exulted Flay
Here the sound of water being circled in machine, washing clean, our plates scraped raw in delight
Here the rustle
of forms, out of focus, lying together with fright
How in
intimacies stitch they need speak no words to convey
A joy as deep
in lasting satiate turning on exulted flay
Here our
mortal coil resolves its eternal ache to meet
A place of
sanctuary for those who wander, must also find their sleep
It’s only
pain daughter
Okay let’s
bring in the shame, have a good look, make it your friend, blaze and fall loose
on dancing hooks
We can’t bear
the suffering so watch the flames die down, to slender remembrances all in a
row, we are golden and then we are dull
Relinquished habits
Deep below the earth
I might have found you
Climbing from stalagmites
Brushed in clay
There’s a…
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Thank you so much Reena for sharing my poem I really appreciate that xoxox
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You are welcome. Keeping up the intensity in a long piece is not easy. It’s brilliant work.
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Understand it. Thank you for sharing so eloquently. ~ Gypsie
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You are welcome.
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Unless one lives with chronic, unending pain … they could not
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