limp lettuce: wet rag

Thursday, January 24, 2008

wet rag

wrung out
misery welling up secretly liquid

seeping sodden
creeping sudden shadowing

oozing in fibre and pore

heavy and cold
limpen and leaden

scrap of enormity

3 comments:

R.L. Bourges said...: "scrap of enormity"

beautifully expressed; 8:21 AM
goatman said...: Nice piece. I love the alliteration.
(I think that is what it is called?)
"The tintinabulation of the bells, bells, bells" comes to mind.; 8:45 PM
Echo said...: I am always caught in that scrap of enormity!
And too often am that limp rag.

touch touch

thanks; 5:46 AM

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I began this poetry blog as catharsis, at a very difficult point in my life when I was dealing with terminal illness of my mother, and potential collapse of my marriage. The words just emerged, formed poems and were unbidden and insistent. And helped. Now (2022) at another very difficult time when my family are coping with bereavement and adjusting to living with chronic illness and depression, the words are swarming in my head again. They circle, form patterns and have found their way here. I find the way this happens so fascinating. And think (hope) that maybe some less painful reflections might also start to find a home here. And that some of all this may resonate with you. © 2006. All words and photos on this blog are copyright to me, the writer and photographer - except in any instances where the post attributes someone else.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

wet rag

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