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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Howl





Howl 

Flesh of my flesh
empty my veins of
blood-names, fuel
my annihilation-fear
through the weight 
of your indifference
casually cut the certain
circle of life and legacy 
I shall howl 
to the moon
Willing tide-
turn as you 
table time 
immobilize 
immortality
and barren 
by design
consign 
me Ghost
grieving 
through
granite
forever
dead 

~






6 comments:

  1. Hopefully that feeling will pass. I guess we will be reading a lot of sad writing today with the wordle words!

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  2. There is hardly anything heavier than the weight of indifference! Beautiful poem.

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  3. I love the shape of the cross this poem takes (always admire how you make images with your words literally and otherwise)..it echoes a weight...heavy to bear maybe? Good to see you again

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  4. The mood today is sombre, and your poem tops the lot!

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  5. Brave to use that title! — and you pull it off beautifully, with writing as edgy, extravagant and run-on as Ginsberg's, yet not derivative but all your own. Quite an accomplishment.

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  6. Wow -- very powerful, painful piece. Nice work, Pearl!

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