by BlissMara
Oh, this is sad, maybe the sediment becomes the soil of simething new to grow?
Your whip-smart command of the English language, selection of lesser used vocabulary, stylized punctuation, pace, and stacked thematic, is all mostly wasted here, Bliss. Please obtain thee a publisher, and grace poetry lovers with a collection of your work. We await. Darkly beautiful, sensual, and suffering. "Rend my dress", indeed, darling writer.
At the sacred altar within the desert’s chapel,
Seeking sanctified healing
Perhaps baptism and rebirth;
Or simply, empathy.
Love lives here,
To love is to be human.
This is the first poem I clicked after joining the site. Wow, I am impressed! I love nature, and to see it so to the forefront of your poem is amazing! Your poem tells that aching sadness of having "messed up", and living with the consequence. Thank you for sharing---I really liked your poem!
Always enjoy your work, and this poem is no exception. Such evocative imagery and interesting interplay between the divine and corporeal. I particularly liked "an acrid, oily metronome". Thanks for sharing your talent.
Whoa! And I thought the zombie apocalypse in the last of us was bleak! I love this nuclear bomb of a poem.