There is absolutely no pattern for a person to decay
or a pattern for the fruit to burst.
Nature shove the ashes of human anatomy
like a geranium in rust
and spit into the sky.
A definite pause for the system to observe
cracks open
with no faint hope, at times.
How do you see hope now?
Hope is a face disguised as d e a t h
you know you will ultimately sink.
You talk about shadows and yellow summers
well all I see is a child, tanned
with slender fingers picking up the peel of an orange,
he is quiet now.
He has his summers all circulating inside his belly.
A pattern, do you see now?
A pattern for sweaty fingers and arms,
the dead, barren tongue of the cloak,
away from the winters and summers.
A toxic waistline of slippery dreams.
Where is the uniformity?
In the pallet of a child’s dream,
in the veins of his eye
See quietly, do not speak,
There is absolutely no uniformity.
For it has been corroded, now.
Tired,
tired
I am a madhouse for this absurdity!
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Very nice
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This is very painful to read. The first few lines catch your attention and you are glued till the end.
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pulled me in instantly ~ such brilliant poetry I enjoyed every word, such fluidity and meaning and conviction ~ one of my favorites of yours
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It’s a sad reality though, thanks for reading.
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Wooooooooow
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Wow! ❤️
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❤️
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Mystical or whimsical, or a mixture of both. I can’t quite make up my mind, but maybe that is what you intended 🙂
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Its about the child abuse. 🙂
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I can understand the poem much better now. Thank you
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Glad I am.
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Painful yet beautifully weaved
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Thanks!!
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My pleasure
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Reciting the poem slowly, it goes straight through the heart. Wonderful!
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Thank you so much.
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“Hope is a face disguised as death..” Impactful interplay of words 🙂
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Thankyou dear.
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What a beautiful read – I love this abstract beauty
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Eee
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You didn’t like what I said. I am sorry
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Damn!! That was a typo. I am so sorry.
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No no don’t be sorry. I somehow thought I offended you. Love your work always
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🙏
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There is absolutely no pattern for a person to decay — amazing line, great tone throughout the poem. Great work!
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Thank you my dear friend.
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Kisses!
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A painful write punctuated with those last two powerful lines mentioning hope and then telling us it is death. Amazing writing.
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Kind ! kind.
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THAT IS SOO NICE …GOOD TALENT
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