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duster
I lay here..
trying to dust stones off the base of my spine..
wash away that top layer calling itself back to the earth..
ashes find ashes..
voice encodes itself in the smoke..
trying to dust stones off the base of my spine..
wash away that top layer calling itself back to the earth..
ashes find ashes..
voice encodes itself in the smoke..
Published 20th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
20th Jan 2010 1:22pm
The second and last lines are brilliant, and display once again your uncanny gift for observational metaphor. Dark and painful poem, which fairly vibrates with personal anguish.
20th Jan 2010 2:52pm
the first draft of this was actually from another poem.. sometimes I do that.. find something in a poem that doesnt quite fit but that I dont want to get rid of completely so turn it into its own verse.. I did that with the first poem I submitted on here.. one of the morphine and whiskey poems.. the part about my dad didnt really go along with the parts about the girl so I made it into another morphine and whiskey but since I cant edit on here i just left the first draft on here be.. thanks for enjoying my poetry.. it means a lot.. im glad my stuff impresses you
