you crumble
like certain afternoon
sunsets,
escaping like a thief
to the door,
and you pause,
an ancient god,
once formed from
clay and bone.
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- ...of clay and bone by zochit2me.
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love, again.
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you crumble
like certain afternoon
sunsets
Great imagery here in this opening line...sets it up right off the bat.
escaping like a thief,
you pause
This is how I want to read this...I feel the other parts are unnecessary and don't add anything to it.
then I would add a line break and finish it off...
not too sure about the store bought line either...I think it takes away from the effect of the poem as a whole. Here is me suggestion...
an ancient god,
once formed
from clay and bone...just opinions and still a good write
either way, it's is your poem, your call. Feel free to edit if you would like and IM me if you do so I can view again.
♥Becky♥


