The poet

by Karla   Aug 21, 2013


The poet is against himself,
in constant struggle for air
as his wor(l)ds rust.

Recycling his anticorrosive eyes
and indelicate thoughts,
he tries to find immortality
but fate always arrives
before air can get in and out
of his lungs again.

Karla Bardanza

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Love the 'wor(l)ds' bit of this, works really well and shows how a poet struggles on two fronts.

    glad such a small piece won because is a fantastic write.

  • 11 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    Karla you are magical it is such a lovely poem
    the moment of holding your breathing is intense

  • 11 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    This is deep and powerful for such a small piece. I a sure many can relate to this poem
    :)

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