that there is space out there
seated well between the scent and shape
a tender repletion
a constant competition
of simmer and sweat and the best
'Tho they wrestle the blood to the ground
I've found that there's nothing quite like
Rattle bones and sweep the streets
this dark does ring
although not quite as sweet
As a fresh beginning
Better than the ending and
the scenes and sheen of a newborn friend
I found bells to ring heavy and
Rust in dust to bring
I love the rhythm of your poetry. It isn't conventional, but it has its own cadence. Very stark, painful imagery, but somehow the melancholy gives way to a contented, maybe even pleased tone. Very interesting piece.
How do you do it?
I like the space around "Dead sound." Nice break, both in reading and layout design.
-David G Shrock
Beautiful poem Carrie.. Thank you for sharing.
Seriously fantastic imagery wound around 'dead sound'. I too would like to know how you do it.
Metaphors and saying it aloud. I suppose I think in rhymes naturally. I was a poet before I invented stories. =)
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