Corpses.

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 4, 2020


We sit here

and wait
and wait
and wait,
while the sun
burns our ambition -
cracked skulls and
parched airways.

Sometimes,
the wind
demands
that we
forget our
humanity

so we scatter
like tumbleweed
in
the desert,

neglecting
the bodies

we'll
effortlessly
cross over.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    The title drew me in straight away. The death/loss and grieving themes are a plenty, aren't they?
    These forms narrow and trialing (I don't know if they have a name?) Are affective when showing a, pondering thought process. They also work well with this site. It seems long drawn out poetry can, at times, be overlooked. So your poem, nicely laid out, easy to read and digest. The metaphors are pleasing and bring clear images and understanding. We can so easily look inward when fear drags the curtains closed. Isolation may well protect, but we are social creatures and denying what we are just, well, it feels like death beneath our sands.

    Nice work and stay safe.

  • 3 years ago

    by Skyfire

    I love how this describes both the literal imagery of sun-bleached skeletons and the metaphorical imagery of losing ourselves in the wind. It read for me like it was describing the world's tendency to go wherever they are blown while they slowly shrivel away because they are lost. Love it.

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    OMG!!!! This gives me chills!!!!! this could be interpreted in so many ways. I just wishbhh someone would write you an amazing comment like yours :(

  • 4 years ago

    by Em

    I truly was holding my breathe reading the whole of this.... Just wow. I'm sorry, I'm speechless. I just wish I could nominate!!

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