Poem -

The Inevitable

May the darkness that be, steer the light of my ink

The Inevitable

What's left of
an able exchange
from these empty
hands,

lifted,

agog impaired to
the scruples of 
sunrise,

beneath hard heavy
brunet whispers,

hums,

a murderous ballad
to encircle the orb
of nacht,

stag,

splotch
against the dusk,

tortures swept
palish between
broken lines,

to have dreamt
of these autumn winds,

scrapping the leaves
not yet fallen to
hope.

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Greg Etsell

I always love your poems
there always so deep
and dark I love this one
I read it many times
watched the video
many times
to get its meaning
your poems always move me
thank you

 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Merrill..It is great to see you back posting some of your prolific writes...I love how you incorporated the words to your poem with the graphic images of poverty and its effects on people...the starvation is devastating to see in the skeletal bodies of sad suffering people...and yet the human spirit is indomitable in its instinctual pressing to survive....Such a very profound emotional write with the video.  Thanks for sharing your incredible gift. xo ;) 

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Cara Brooks

I really love this poem and honestly hope i can write like this someday

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