Death of a Poet... Poem
in beading sweat
knee deep in murky water
i saw a vision
of my poetry
dead
it was drifting away
on a radio
wave
crashing in sway
smoke of a blooming
backwards in day
piece after piece
scattered in noise
down through the pipe
of someone else's
verse
and then
was this vision
this picture of me
stripped to a nerve
like a dug out
root of an ancient tree
lost in the pity
of last farawell
two went apart
turning in half
half that existed
no more.
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Del Mar 31, 2020
Love it — your poems tell such a story -
Franka Mar 31, 2020
@Del, thank you. Happy to know you liked it ^_^
Sohel Sargur Apr 2, 2020
Love it!!! Thank you for inspiration :)
Franka Apr 2, 2020
@Sohel Sargur, thank you a lot!