How life can be a bitch?
Screams in the dark silence,
threads broken
in between respiration;
breathlessness, still
seems stones of a bridge
never end its building ever,
the little slit between sphere
slips under rustle of zephyr;
goes between stem bones
to drill the typanum of pulsations.
Cold feels cold
burrs to undress
not to touch coats of weeping bark,
nor the heat of sensations.
Anguish nestled in the corner
wraps its knee with wrinkled hands
slowly hammock
for all that disappeared.
Close my root visions
three long seconds...
one
two
three
eyelids are off
everything disperse in distress.
How death can be a hitch.
Author notes
Picture Prompt
by Maria Muller
A contest entry
- something's there by Lavender Butterfly.
550 points, ended November 4, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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so deeply profound and immensely creative... x
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