scattered dreams
turned rancid and meek
amidst the warped cycle -
bathing in the sweat
of death’s decay
like an eternal jigsaw puzzle
spawned from the dawn of mankind
incomplete
without basic primal
necessities
humanity
humility
makes peace
the cosmic tune goes on
and players’ dance
through an eternity of hatred
from father to son
and on to the end of time
the song spewing like blood
from a ground too wounded
to recognize or recover
the beauty that
graced its hills
for a brief period
in the history
of us all
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Thirty days of laughs, tears, cursing and ignoring the computer because I didn't want to write. Thirty days of forcing a poem to come out... sometimes easily with no effort at all, and other times putting down such crud that I know I'll look back on in a while and think 'what the hell was I thinking????' .....
NaPoMo... I had a frigging blast!!!!
In a list
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Too deep
for me. And yet...mmmmm.......hurrumph....yep
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"the cosmic tune goes on
and players’ dance
through an eternity of hatred
from father to son
and on to the end of time..."
Wow... wonderful writing Barbara. Very impressive.
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