Lines

Cherry

By london_calling79

Wed, 01 Jul 2015
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9 comments
 

On the edge.
 
The lip
 

 

burnt up and used out,
 
a flat horizon shivered in pale dust;
 
just a little something
 
to take the edge off
 
 
the sullen death-rattle of blind teeth
 
tuned to pound of flow and flesh along
 
the brink of wounds
 
-a blood confusion-
 
-a stomach pulse-
 
nearest the heart.
 

 
You.

 

Intruder.

 

 
Hold me through the lines I've crossed.

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Comments

Submitted by Poette on

I like the sullen death-rattle of blind teeth

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Thanks Poette. I like to shove in the imagery!

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

very powerful. Nice to see you posting again!

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Cheers insert! Been buried in the seventh circle of marking hell but ascending now with a few stolen lines!

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Surprised and thankful for the gift of cherries!

 

Submitted by EB on

Powerful and direct.

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Thanks EB. I keep going back to your latest 'Out of this world' and finding another layer. Great poem.

 

Submitted by Bee on

'shivered in pale dust;
 
just a little something
 
to take the edge off' - that's the key, for me. Carefully worded and subtle.

Bee

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Thank you Bee! I'm always worried that I'm trying to cram too much in so the need for a flowing line always takes over.