Poem -
bleeding arts
without you feels like being with
yet no broken glass beneath
pricking my feet, my conscience
alone is the same as together
rain is still the same weather
or not, there is a rainbow
at the end of this crock
I feel it in my bones
yes, they belong to me
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Comments
The writing; like the thoughts and feelings it expresses: is fractured and confused...
Wonderfully so!
J ;)
small verses that flash through..flash verse.. speed poetry..that would be a good idea..I shall have to write something longer, but then get entangled on the same theme...I will give it a go..x