Animal soul

by lisa marie   Mar 14, 2006


Through the eyes
of a withering soul
happiness is submerged
beneath the thick skin
of a blind body
and it speaks
about the rebirth
of animal souls
how their eyes are deep
and black flowing,
in swelling glands,
merely controlled by
the warmth of their skin
and the vitality held within
their simplistic little eyes
which are unaware
of the tortures
they're bound for
and in the end
they drown inside
of human greed

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  • 18 years ago

    by Drew Gold

    In swelling glands that
    are merely controlled by

    you could take 'that' and 'are' outta there, adding a comma after glands..

    simplistic little eyes
    that are

    seems like 'that' should be 'which,' and also sounds better to me.. thats my crit,.. i love how your poetry is like an image morphing, almost.. i liked it a lot

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I don' see how anyone could miss the depth and flawless flow of this poem. or give it less than a 5

  • 18 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    4th line from the bottom...you probably mean...
    they're......(or they are...?)
    ********************************************
    we do, indeed, drown inside of their goodness....their gift...our blessing...
    grateful..grateful..
    You have a charming depth of vision...grateful...
    grateful.

  • 18 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful poem lisa, and welcome back. A most superlative write you have penned here, great job!!!

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