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
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spring's painful loveliness splinters the dry sticky dark softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter charming its forceful gentlenes... -
it has a rhythm and pattern all its own grief hidden and unpredictable it catches offbalance shifts pebbles underfoot transforms the landsca... -
We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
3 comments:
"scrap of enormity"
beautifully expressed
Nice piece. I love the alliteration.
(I think that is what it is called?)
"The tintinabulation of the bells, bells, bells" comes to mind.
I am always caught in that scrap of enormity!
And too often am that limp rag.
touch touch
thanks
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