Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Now that the trail has gone cold

Now that the trail has gone cold

15 November 2015

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In the beginning

Time washed me on empty shores

Shell of air that hung

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She breathed me Fire

Mother wove me from her womb

Golden thread for stars

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She covered me clay

Rising tides her Oceans spent

Nights on my dark hair

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She swelled me tremors

Beating Heart she raised me high

Tidal waves my blood

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She kneaded me bread

The black and the white she joined

Every mouth to feed

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I wake in her ice

Now that the trail has gone cold

Heart follows her scent

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Only my Mother

Scent of Jasmine knew her feet

Ambrosian Life

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