the ever of the after



Soon
I am winter

Too heavy to hide
behind the scar of light
Red
through the room
robbed of it`s spine
now to be refilled
with meatsilk ecchoes
from your worms

Nothing survives
the seasonal dust
between
the wingknuckles

Yes
even the tiny theatre hall
lies empty



Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-04-26 at 23:59

Tags Worms  Spine  Meatsilk 

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey such a sad heavy poem but powerful in its intense mood of a dark winter when i divorced it was like this and i know how it feels rgds mike
2006-04-27


Kathy Lockhart
you make me think and i can't help but feel...intensely. You create a mood that is heavy, dark, lonely in this piece. The long darkness, emptiness of winter seems to be the "ever of the after" whether we are speaking metaphorically or literally. The sadness is profound. kathy
2006-04-27