Thought Factory

These circles of fingers
 and skins and bones,
 and something beneath the bones,
 ashes
 rub rub rub
 something beneath the thoughts of thoughts
 burns, and sins and sins.

Crooked dripping lies,
 exhausting this naked galaxy
 heaviness obviates fireflies
 thoughts thoughts thoughts
 Stinking and swelling,
 I am a pause.
©MVS
NaPoWriMo#9

P.S- I might have missed writing on WordPress yet my insta is updated with the challenge.

37 Comments

      1. It’s the only catharsis that we know of.
        But what if you don’t want to write often? I am in some state of sonder I guess.

        But I do know, this too shall pass.

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      2. It happens…it happens to the best. I guess I will rather write a stinking poem than write nothing at all. I can’t even eat properly without writing something. ☺️

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      1. I wish you Peace and Joy my friend! I sometimes wonder of the churning within that brings such beautiful creations to us. Yet I know it is the process of poetry itself that pacifies all that comes up.

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  1. Writing less on WP has given me a backlog of at least 20 posts, and you got Insta challenges going on too.
    lovely poem this, I missed reading your unique style and the beautiful pause.

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