HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


THE EMPTY LINE

Have in winterworn loathing tearthought,
enclosed around a dying man’s clothes
stuck as frozen resin in the trunk’s bark

Have laid winterlight in nightcovered whirling snow,
becoming a strange cloudcarrier, clarity’s riddle,
leading extinctor of feigned life’s cloaked love

Have trapped been stuck an all too hardened living
where something untouched steadily stands strong
as an unspeakableness; to always be denied rotting

An empty line takes infirm spurns into nothing.

Have washed in the thought-vein and grabbed hold of clarities,
mentioned the windtorn year’s maze, adorned sighing

Laying left a while ― A silenced and battered
only acknowledged by the seeing

Uninvited eels drink,
fattening on the wordsuffering in this last life


Destone me Life’s vein


Try now hurting what is dead




Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-29 at 17:18

Tags Death  Life  Nothing 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the rhythm on this one. It reads like rough waves on a stormy sea
2023-10-29