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
A poetry blog started in a time of crisis, pain and loss (thats when the poetry flows!). Restarted now in the context of chronic disease. Life, eh?!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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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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