by Mar 31, 2020
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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.

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4 сomments

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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