Poem -

killing the wood

I swing an axe
Harnessing power
Bellowing fuck words
Craving the slice

Owning the power
Killing the wood
Is what I've become
No more am I nice

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Bernie Martin

There is a link between this and your other poems. Both poetic but in different ways. The other poem is gentle yet deep and meaningful, rather like an acoustic, folk song. This one is deep and meaningful but belonging to the punk rock category of music. That you can write in both ways is testament to you as a poet Marion. x

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Marion

Ah...how I love your insights and thank you for them most sincerely Bernie. But there is no skill to writing anger my friend, skill lies in writing beauty ...which is mostly now beyond me lol. Hugs x

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Bernie Martin

Nonsense Marion. There is skill to all writing. But then again we are but the pen. Lol. Hugs. x

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