A deadly boneless demon, an underwater thunderbolt,
A finely finned cousin of the slithering pot of poison,
Or maybe it was just me, I don’t remember anymore.
A set of inkless pens for canines,
The shiniest pair of scissors for a tongue,
Nails, a strip of staples.
A heart, dazzled by murders.
Freeing, to say the least,
It was to witness and commit,
The killings of the non-living,
Feeding on me from within.
But the deed is done.
The walls are built.
And,
I know you’ll say this isn’t right,
But don’t worry.
I’ll tear them down when it’s time.
Incredibly powerful, vivid, and moving! Jeebers! The poem is commanding, masterful!
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Thank you, Paul. I’m glad you think so.
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It was you, by the way, who unknowingly inspired me to write something again. Reading your blog works like therapy sometimes.
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Wow! It’s hard for me to wrap my head around my having inspired such an extraordinary poem!
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Brilliant!☺
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Thanks, Shivani!
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Evocative and vivid as Paul said 🙂 Enjoyed reading this. Well penned.
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Thanks very much, O.D.! Hope you’re having a good day!
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Very welcome! I am thank you, hope you are too 🙂
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This is so well penned… I liked these lines a lot.
” But the deed is done.
The walls are built.”
An I must say, the concluding lines are powerful… well penned… Liked it… 🙂
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I am so glad you think so. Thanks so much for visiting 🙂
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