Thursday, April 1, 2010

RWP 120 Get Your Poem On




This poem was inspired by a picture by alicepopkorn:

Devour the Empty

Crows circle
like burnt paper
floating above the bonfire
dying in your heart.

Those were my poems
never written,
charred beyond
recognition
gone somewhere outside
of consciousness.

I'll eat this death;
let its carcass rot inside me,
a desert of the soul
with blue skies that never cry;
dried up, used up,
useless, wheels that won't roll.

Close your eyes, dear,
after all,
it doesn't really matter.
All hearts die
sometime.

4 comments:

  1. I love the image in the first two lines! The last stanza is also very powerful.

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  2. Really powerful, loved your images.

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  3. Quite sad but beautifully written.

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