look for me underneath rocks
heavy maladies crushing my bones
behind desiccate trees where I
carved my pain into the bark
listen for stiff labored breathing
amid soundless sobs of the night
when you find me
be gentle but kill me
I won’t love you
but I’d still be grateful
when a star burns its last
it curls into itself
becomes small in forever
black speck a cold cinder
unseen but at long last
now free of the fire
Oh this grabs my heart hard, Paul–beautiful language for pain and grief.
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thank you dear Caddo
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Quite the most beautiful piece.
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glad you liked it
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Like a dead star, or magnetar, others tend to be drawn to it after death. Strong metaphors in this poem.
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grateful for your comments
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Ouch…
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a word I’m familiar with
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Exquisitely evocative of pain I am sure you suffer daily.
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thank you dearly, ellen
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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WHOA…NICE!!
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thank you kindly
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This is Beautiful ❤
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thank you most sincerely, Mish
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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most welcome!!
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Wonderful Paul, soft lyrical and all the things I desire in excellent poetry.
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your lovely comment touches me
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