movement implied
dimensions argue : bid for attention
not one settled to flat : yet still
still
colour suffers
dead hand over the mouths of
carmen : turquoise : veridian
crust exhausted
abraded bleached
muffle of sand and wind’s whisper :
once were
human souls:
feet burnt skin tinged blisters burst sore annoyed whining
haunt lightly
no purse to open pulse spent
distant sun feels surface: expended stormed
deep earth feels surface: rasped gaunt
beneath singeing sun / singing sand
magma boils consequence
poem by Jo Mariner Image by Esther Sabetpour https://esthersabetpour.wordpress.com, http://www.esthersabetpour.com
Powerful poem, Jo!
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Thanks my friend!
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Ken, I’m loving your instagram posts! keep them coming.
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