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)

6 comments:

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

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  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.

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

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

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  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 :)

    .........dhole

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