Thursday, March 20, 2014

Untitled - Latest Poem
















Untitled

These burnt words
shift, break,
ash in air.

 All that is left
is what isn't there.

 Dark like the new moon,
an eyeless socket.


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Photographer Kruljac Tomislav
Poem completed 3/2014
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5 comments:

  1. RotMarch 20, 2014 at 7:26 AM

    really REALLY love this one.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 20, 2014 at 7:46 AM

    So cool.

    I think you should publish your poetry.

    Or at least give a book of them to a certain haunter.

    ;)

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  3. Mark FaucettMarch 20, 2014 at 11:07 PM

    Have to say, I'm diggin' this one too Ms. Bean!

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  4. beanMarch 21, 2014 at 6:48 AM

    Thanks, ya'll. :)

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  5. Willow CoveMarch 26, 2014 at 9:33 PM

    Very cool poem!

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