so much sorrow in the soil down

so much sorrow in the soil down
where raw integrity finds no reason
why a need for deep sleep prevails
amongst the angry and the dead

deprived and inlaid like a tiny shard
raised like a shiny hell above water
I find no reason to expel watery sprites
from the sea of mercury moon rising

I do remember the sound of his voice
the images he leaked over a landscape
sultry in the afternoon glare to night
where one more recollection awaited





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-28 at 21:38

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this as a tale of the dead and the question regarding their influence. Does it still exist when we are in the ground? Or are we just recollections? Beautifully written.
2015-09-02


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i read that english is not your native language, yet this reads beautifully, effortlessly, in english.

i don't know what it means, but it brings forth images which mean something to me.
2015-08-28