Pomegranate SunA Poem by Cindy
Aching for days of pomegranate sun
but the heat fills the hollow of the shell that we've shined. I've plastered my soul to the trappings of ounces of blood that we've wrung. Sucking and spitting slug cinders makes eye contact inevitable in the drainage of dung. Bleeding burnt embers empty the pebbles. There's a philia flow from the bellows that blown. Awakened by screams of splendor untapped, I reject cryptic connections with the teachings of my past. © 2014 Cindy |
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 Tags: poetry, experimental poetry, free verse, spiritual, human nature |