by Mar 31, 2020 394 views

Death of a Poet... Poem

Death of a Poet... Poem

in beading sweat - knee deep in murky water
i saw a vision of my poetry

it was drifting away
on a radio wave
crashing in sway
smoke of a blooming
backwards in day.

piece after piece
it scattered in noise
down through the pipe
of someone else's

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
and turned into half
half that existed
no more.


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

Sohel Sargur Apr 2, 2020

Love it!!! Thank you for inspiration :)


Franka Apr 2, 2020

@Sohel Sargur, thank you a lot!

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