Wobbly
Brittle as bone
Sandpaper on cerebellum
Tenderized
He waits
Large rolling waves
Thrash him with stethoscopes
Lipstick prints on every wrinkle
Eyes blind one moment
Drinkable the next
Flashflood living
Back up, out of the driveway
Only sounds left
Dog whistles and forward moments
Distant memories of this morning
Character without context
Please tell me what you think
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honestly this poem seems to be a random assortment of words that are connected in no way, althought i must admit that though my mind was saying what is this? it was also intrigued. i wouldnt change a thing about it, its certainly interesting if nothing else. thanks for sharing it, tim aka childofthenight
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I like it. It is kinda difficult to understand but after rereading it I was alright. NIce imagery.
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I liked this piece, I had to read it a few times before commenting but I love the imagery and that last stanza especially.
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Happy to give praise. The good poems always take you by surprise. I dug its simplicity and vividness. A sort of twist at the end. Well done. Truly, keep up the good work. I think it would behove you could continue to write as though there is Only sound left.
Creatress
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