HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD


FURTHEST OUT ON AN ISLET

Furthest out on an islet where the sea wets the rocks
stands the struggle to protect thoughts from observation

Darkened rests the Path ― Darkened rests the eye


Burning the words.


Lifting my gaze,
beaten it drags down to stay


One friendfreed…
as weary glitter is useless


One lovefreed…
as polished glitter is ridiculous



Later on touching the dust fallen a deserted cabin floor,
in borrowed night camp, torn apart and embracing Nothing


Darkened rests the Gard ― Darkened rests the woods



The War clutches.








Listening,

hear stillness wander over this forest lake
when sun-reflected moon gleams in the oars


Standing taken from lust, staggering,
in brightened summer night in front of inner shy thoughts


Pulling in my weights, threatening,
in darkened summer night where all Answers keep asking



Dragged into Life and marked again


Into clarity and mist poured


Hatred so strong that it refuses to take its hold;
to take feet on the shore down by the ten rivers




Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-30 at 11:26

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm clearly following Samseen around today. His appraisal is quite valid: There's a lot of breathing spaces between what I'm inclined to call your 'cuplets'. Breathing spaces in poetry are difficult to indicate. I've seen (and used) '//' but if you can get your poetry printed with spaces so much the better.
Blessings, Allen
2023-10-30


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
The way you write is almost like a painting, you know. The space, the way you frame words in couplets and then one-liners.

The space, especially.

The poems feel alive. They have this music to them outside of the rhythm of the words.

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2023-10-30

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HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD
by 1 SIGFRIDSSON