Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bleeding Elephant

Wrinkled pillars,
In four corners
Of aging flesh
And clotted fears,

Abandoned life
Of no more use
To those who watch
Blatand abuse,

A Web of viens,
Pumbing out blood
In a rust pool
Of yellow mud.

Who will avenge
Sorrow and pain
Of this blameless
Animal slain?

(Apologies for the morbidity. This was a nightmare that needed to be written out)


  1. Very cool when you can turn a dream/nightmare into a piece of poetry. Well done. And so sad.

  2. Thanks for the follow on Twitter, Taryn. I stopped by to follow your blog, too.

    Nice to meet you!

    As for your poem, that's not so nice, but it is nicely written.

  3. No apologies... I thought this was very well done... my heart was breaking.

  4. So sad, but glad you wrote this. And thank you for sharing it with us.

  5. I'm not poet, unfortunately, but I connected with the sentiment here. Nicely done :)

    PS: I loved your post at Secret Archives today. It really resonated with me, and got me thinking in a direction my writing mind had been screaming for already.

    And, I liked your review of Monarch too :)