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Loss
My ear upon her chest, I listened
to the rhythmic beauty of tickled heartstrings.
My ear upon her casket lid, I listen
for the ghostly beacon of her soul.
to the rhythmic beauty of tickled heartstrings.
My ear upon her casket lid, I listen
for the ghostly beacon of her soul.
Published 13th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
13th Jan 2023 4:08am
How beautiful..!!!I am imagining this moment with someone...cute sweet love...loss
13th Jan 2023 1:26pm
Righteous darkness...
The other 3am...
I was at the graveyard...
I filmed some eerie, night vision footage...
Like the graves just pop out of the shadows...
Solidifying ink...
I wasn't shore if it was morbid...
I found it beautiful...
The remote aspects of the primal...
The sharp edges unto thought...
You capture that so well here...
Perhaps I will post the footage sometime...
I was testing the camera...
I just had the image of someone sitting by a tombstone...
Speaking poetry...
Is that a fucked up idea.?.
The other 3am...
I was at the graveyard...
I filmed some eerie, night vision footage...
Like the graves just pop out of the shadows...
Solidifying ink...
I wasn't shore if it was morbid...
I found it beautiful...
The remote aspects of the primal...
The sharp edges unto thought...
You capture that so well here...
Perhaps I will post the footage sometime...
I was testing the camera...
I just had the image of someone sitting by a tombstone...
Speaking poetry...
Is that a fucked up idea.?.
14th Jan 2023 4:50am
Dear DL,
Ghostly beauty was my first thought of this poem. It aches with loss and pines for love. It’s a beautiful poem for such a difficult subject of loss. H🌷
Ghostly beauty was my first thought of this poem. It aches with loss and pines for love. It’s a beautiful poem for such a difficult subject of loss. H🌷
