dirge red

i am a poet
already decomposing,

the loam of words
black
under
my fingernails

i scratch words
i form circles of smoke

— Kailashana, Sep 04, 2009

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Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Dearest Anna

The poet scratching with ink making circles that ripple to infinity in wisps of smoke, as poets do, and you always do, you really have an imagination I dream of LOL ...and darkly beautiful of course I find beauty in the darkness , love and biggest hugz Jayne x x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

So inky black and pertinent

Anna, oh Anna so neat so right, sorry you feel like that but well put quand même, you can express yourself in wonderful ways. Love Ann

Candlewitch

16 years 9 months ago

Anna

As Jayne says, there is beauty in your darkness. I loved this smokey imagery. I strive to be like the poet you are. Always, Cat

Kailashana

16 years 9 months ago

Thanks all for

Thanks all for reading...it's a strange to be validating one's own dark side as a poet; most folks run away and project on to others. Make an unending supply scapegoats and victims. Peace & Light, Anna p.s. why is there no more space under the poem & last words----when I write the last few words it always looks like part of the poem? HELP?????????? p.s. Ms. Published poet... methinks thou art wayyyyyyyyyyyy ahead of any writing accomplishment.

lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Kailashana

Very well written, right to the point, and these feelings are scratched in the right place, here. Lyz

mantiscepter

16 years 9 months ago

Feelings

Key to all we do in life" is feelings. The poem was right on. great. Mantiscepter