Poem -
Crick In My Neck
just where did all the underworlds
find a map to mine? how did they come to fold space
and suffer no glimpse of heaven; only dead-on
into my living hell... placing a crease
in my placid infernos?
how did all the stars know i had no right to despair?
while i had every opportunity to love their corpses
and never looked up.
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WOW!! AUGUST!!.... every now & then you write a piece that sings directly through the heart of me.... this is ONE of those....... how does the darkness find its way into the most serene of upheavals!!??........I absolutely ADORE the way you've accentuated the magnetism between the forces!!.... and remind me that I am not alone in my struggle with individuality!!.......ALL STARS!....... Beautifully compelling words my friend!!........ smiles.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!...........T xo
Thank You !!!!
This is real, this is raw, and this is very good free style poetry, August.
A lotta people don't realize that a falling star is a dead and dying star—breaking apart— only to have shattered pieces come crashing and burning to Earth.
Lots of artists get that way too...falling stars who crash, and burn.
Just where is the inherent beauty in that?
Well penned...
~Dean Kuch ♫✯♪
Thank You !!!!!!!!!!