Bodies lie deep in gutters
potter hill~or those desolate
no one needs this even in poverty.
Tacky webs of skin and bones
stench lingers and no wind to blow.
Where in the hell does one die to
have peace of mind in content!
Author notes
contest picture prompt
A contest entry
- Desolation or Consolation by Rheea.
1000 points, ended January 10, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I had no idea this was you Linda, this touched me so deeply. xoxoxox sister carry on poet carry on.
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short yet well said!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on!
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Potters field the place we throw the unclaimed and the poor. I will claim you =) oh what a write. Poverty all these empty homes from foreclosures yet we have cold and homeless families on the streets... we bailed out the banks. I like this you have said so much to jolt one into thought.
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that is a disconsolate thought, to be thrown in a Potter's field and not have your body tenderly dealt with in death. Your poem does the outrage of it justice.
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