"into the ground"
cringe at the sight of a legless statue
or at the faceless paintings on church walls. it is
repetitious and endearing. lackadaisically moving
forward
while coal black dogs sniff trails of
fallen skin leading to your
doorstep.
golden hues flicker against
eyes and lips
of children that hold hands along the darkest
path in a forest. they grin and laugh. when you
collapse they will carry you home.
I can't quite remember how I came across your blog. I think I might have clicked "writing" under interests, you came up, and I clicked out of curiosity.
ReplyDeleteThough, I'm very glad I did. I used to try really hard to write poetry, but realized that poetic prose is as close as I can get to it. Don't get me wrong, I still love my writing style. There's something about poetry that I never really clicked with- reading or writing, but I really like your lines. Your language is powerful and I love the images I get when I read it.
I know my posingprof blog seems like a kind of random connection, but if you skim around http://whispersunderneathagiggle.blogspot.com - it's more of my natural flow. I didn't really have an aim so I switched it up.
Anyway, love the blog. I'll try to comment more often.