Forever where is nowhere near
And dark snow hides in the tundra,
Where, ghostly bodies whisper in winds,
The sun sits like a cuckolded spouse
And the dead moon wanes to wax again,
While, being bled to life in a cold field,
Girls file out in black gowns like odd swans,
To drown in sackcloth and sorrow
As the birds descend to pick and pull
And the last rites sung for tomorrow.
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yup, the more I read the more I like this piece. "girls file out in black gowns like odd swans" "the sun sits like a cuckolded spouse and the dead moon wanes to wax again" "as the birds descend to pick and pull and the last rites sung for tomorrow"
there is so much i love in this poem. tho its sad and dreary
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wow...this is kinda eerie. much different than the writes I am used to seeing from you...nice breath of fresh air. I really enjoyed this one. I read it 3 times now...lol. I think I'll read it again...so much in this piece yet to uncover.
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Thank you, Catie.
I think this is a 2004 poem. I was writing these kind of poems then. Glad you like it and enjoy the read.
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