The third rebirth

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  1. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    The third rebirth

    I wake one winter morning, months early
    Somewhere before living and after death.
    Thin shocks of bright pain
    Seize and twist until all the electric goes out.
    A sleepless, anxious, destruction lust

    Scratching red-filled lines in gray crust. The supple
    Simple seeming twig, that snaps clean
    And bleeds green white. The cool cataract
    Of final stillness. The sun
    the muted color of hail

    Hacking pockmarks in snow-flesh. The clear
    Silver color that cuts people in two
    As mirrors do. Numb, painless and sightless.
    Too stiff muscles
    that snap like harp strings, bones
    That curl in and lock tight, parched eyes that go black.
     
  2. Mikeintx

    Mikeintx Well-Known Member

    Really good :)
     
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Great poem :arms:
     
  4. Acy

    Acy Mama Bear - TLC, Common Sense Staff Member Safety & Support

    Wonderful imagery and thoughtful expressions. I especially like

    "Silver color that cuts people in two
    As mirrors do."
     
  5. kurenai

    kurenai Well-Known Member

    Thanks everyone for the feedback! I wrote this poem in winter, which is when I feel at the lowest. Ooh hot chocolate...
     
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