In the mortar and pestle of your mind
do I still stir, sir, in your suicide note
that burned in the fireplace?
I crawled out from the amber coals.
I crawled out from underneath you.
I crawled out into marrow and bone.
Dusting ash off my skeleton,
my ribs clattered and clanked
until mass began to fill in,
until a heart beat again,
until bones were covered in skin.
Flesh to bone to ash you descend.
Ash to bone to flesh, I born again.
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Very nice rhyme and flow....lovely
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Stunning. The metaphor of decomposition and reintegration is perfect for this. You have a real style going on. Yours is a warm and gentle grit, like beach sand . . . well, you know what I mean.
You write with a genuine and honest voice . . . very real and solid. I'm impressed.
Garrison
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Reminds me of the phoenix, rebirth through a harsh and terrible tragedy is all we can ever ask for
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A lovely spriritual feel to this and one where one is feeling all this it seems, not creepyas such, but near enough to amazing, I guess it is striring a few thoughts, nice work.
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That's scary on any level. I'm glad you still write.
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very well done, written, and expressed. I do revel in your metamorphisis.
Cheers
Alain -
you will always stir in my mind, lively flesh full of red water.
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