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I cried myself sane and then
moved on. How strange, that a man
can split open like a rotten peach and find,
at last, nothingness. How strange to realize:
only then can sunlight enter his veins.
Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed
but everything is different. I spend an hour
pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin
whitening as blood retreats.
There is no regret, no fear. Only a man
who whitens against his final four walls,
the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief.
Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way
I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.
moved on. How strange, that a man
can split open like a rotten peach and find,
at last, nothingness. How strange to realize:
only then can sunlight enter his veins.
Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed
but everything is different. I spend an hour
pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin
whitening as blood retreats.
There is no regret, no fear. Only a man
who whitens against his final four walls,
the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief.
Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way
I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.
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The storm
Cartilage-smooth azure extends
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge
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Fellowship Lost, Ch 1, Prt 1
Shoot.
Oh, shoot!
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Yes, that was what Lorin said. She couldnt deny it. She heard it leave her lips. Shoot? Any number of profanities would have been more appropriate under the circumstances, but her mothers training was kicking in when least expected.
She would say more later much more but right now there was no time. She had to concentrate on moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake; had to convince her reluctant right hand to let go of the steering wheel and shift the car into park at fifty-five miles per hour screw the transmission. Had to remind hersel
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She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt.
Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I dont think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh.
I caught her countin
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My grandfather died a couple of months ago. It was peaceful and expected.
Feedback: I wanted to convey how fragile and temporary grief is, and how quickly we return to normal life. Does this deserve more emphasis in the poem, or is it enough as is? Also, is the style consistent throughout the poem?
Thank you to for my second DD, and to everyone who is favoriting my work!
Feedback: I wanted to convey how fragile and temporary grief is, and how quickly we return to normal life. Does this deserve more emphasis in the poem, or is it enough as is? Also, is the style consistent throughout the poem?
Thank you to for my second DD, and to everyone who is favoriting my work!
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sorry for your loss. i think this poem is clear and simple, but in a positive sense that definitely speaks on the nature of loneliness and grief.