Fall like curtains, drown an eye with love begrudge
Walked on a thin layer of the heart string
It tore and I fell deep into breath of heart's thorns
My shadow carried chains locked on my ankle
I smelt nose bleed like rose petals that fall
My hands as liquid hold strong roots
My skin just gave way to the winds
Death welcomes a new day, clocks melt
This is the planting seasons for corpses
A casket is made from the heart
In Royal Wootten Bassett for old soldier's walk
They haunt the roads at night as red runs
Memory with nostalgic wings hangs hearts
My love is the child that haunts the old house
Built on hills of weakened crumbling mountain's heart
Written for http://dversepoets.com
ReplyDeleteMy shadow carried chains locked on my ankle .. what an amazing strong picture.. and that repetition of heart. Very strong images.
tight images kodjo...the skin giving way to the winds is my fav.. enjoyed your excursion into love and philosophy of life..
ReplyDeleteouch on that thin layer of heart string tearing and you falling...the planting season for corpses as well...def sets the mood in your choice of language kodjo..
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kodjo, I haven't read your writing in awhile now. I love this with all its pain and longing. You have some striking images here.
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Killer imagery. Death welcomes a new day, clocks melt
ReplyDeleteThis is the planting seasons for corpses
What a fantastic couplet.
Excellent work here. -Mike
Such a movement of images from the nose bleed to the rose petal - really surprised me : )
ReplyDelete..a casket is made from the heart --- aww, i liked that.... smiles...
ReplyDeleteit is so hard to pick favorites on this one - such great images you created here. you definitely nailed the prompt
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