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Declaration, there are no spears left
wind swept wings
soft steel wings will bare me
beyond all abandonment
extorted extinctions
from each margin the marginalized
will awaken fully as reindeer red
drips from skies
inked whale tears
fermented center
this world still seeks
no matter
how grotesque
our own
abhorrent
reflection
there is no more hiding
once in a mausoleum
they will find the first bone
of the last human
extinctions extorted
an exquisite execution
of life's
abandonment
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
soft steel wings will bare me
beyond all abandonment
extorted extinctions
from each margin the marginalized
will awaken fully as reindeer red
drips from skies
inked whale tears
fermented center
this world still seeks
no matter
how grotesque
our own
abhorrent
reflection
there is no more hiding
once in a mausoleum
they will find the first bone
of the last human
extinctions extorted
an exquisite execution
of life's
abandonment
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
Published 18th Feb 2025
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18th Feb 2025 8:47am
Dear A,
For me, each stanza was a poem on its own. Such a great mix of light and dark, alliteration and staccato like meter. I’m not sure if you intended that but all the rhythms made for such a great read. H🌷
For me, each stanza was a poem on its own. Such a great mix of light and dark, alliteration and staccato like meter. I’m not sure if you intended that but all the rhythms made for such a great read. H🌷
19th Feb 2025 5:57pm
Thank you dear Honoria, glad you liked this piece, thank you for your kind words, all the best, love and blessings, Rianne
18th Feb 2025 10:51am
I agree with Honoria. Each stanza flows like a poem within itself. Marvelous piece. Exquisite poetry.
19th Feb 2025 5:57pm
18th Feb 2025 5:35pm
This reminds me of an old Native American saying:
"When the Last Tree Is Cut Down,
the Last Fish Eaten,
and the Last Stream Poisoned,
You Will Realize
That You Cannot Eat Money."
~ Osage
The double-entendre of "Life's Abandonment" creates a paradox of emotion: brilliant yet disheartening at the same time.
"When the Last Tree Is Cut Down,
the Last Fish Eaten,
and the Last Stream Poisoned,
You Will Realize
That You Cannot Eat Money."
~ Osage
The double-entendre of "Life's Abandonment" creates a paradox of emotion: brilliant yet disheartening at the same time.
19th Feb 2025 5:58pm
Thank you for sharing your insights on this piece dear Ahavati, much appreciated! Love and blessings, Rianne
19th Feb 2025 2:41am
19th Feb 2025 5:59pm
