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The Pace Of Our Own Ways
Repetitive tumors burn
buried in crumbly clay
& baked inside kilns
to harden the glaze
(There's a fire in my face...)
Because I taste these
soured days
set like bitter braces
on the edge of our screwy teeth
Unraveled deeds dry out
into stale calendar dates
yielding merely bitter figs
Behold!
The hour is pale
daylight is dappled
like pooling darkness - swimming holes
rippled shadows of light
Gallop to the cusp
so in riding you'll find
Life...within
the glued impact
aligned
buried in crumbly clay
& baked inside kilns
to harden the glaze
(There's a fire in my face...)
Because I taste these
soured days
set like bitter braces
on the edge of our screwy teeth
Unraveled deeds dry out
into stale calendar dates
yielding merely bitter figs
Behold!
The hour is pale
daylight is dappled
like pooling darkness - swimming holes
rippled shadows of light
Gallop to the cusp
so in riding you'll find
Life...within
the glued impact
aligned
Published 25th Nov 2017
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25th Nov 2017 1:12pm
What a breathtaking write - solid and felt deeply!
I’m running out of ways to express what a talented poetess you are AtoMik! =) True skill, I could pick this poem apart but every inch of it is priceless. You must get published some day! =)
I’m running out of ways to express what a talented poetess you are AtoMik! =) True skill, I could pick this poem apart but every inch of it is priceless. You must get published some day! =)
25th Nov 2017 2:04pm
25th Nov 2017 6:44pm
beautiful wow :-))))))))))))))))) this is yet another awesome piece that I could only hope to write :-)))))
25th Nov 2017 6:56pm
You guys kill me! Thank you so much. It was an inspired piece, the idea was a friend's :) Based on my impressions of the band Norma Jean's Synthetic Sun.
