Components Repeating

There's a rock down there

That only tears can break up

There's a slab of limestone 

Gravelly and hard 

Chipped away 

until it was almost gone

But it grew and grew 

Until it lodged in the throat 

And pierced the heart 

With its ragged edges 

And its vicious grey interior 

I can feel it down there 

Filling me up

Knocking me down 

Pulling me in

And throwing me out 

 

I need to resolve it.

There is a method in this. 

 

First comes the thoughts 

Thoughts like rivers

Wide and blue,

strong and swift

Thoughts like picked strawberries

In the patterned sunlight of fall

Then comes the Words 

The Words are boats 

Large, fantastic ships

Full of beautiful people 

The Words are the lanterns

Shining on the surface of a sea of stars

Then comes the final step 

The axe 

The physical pounding 

The axe takes many forms: 

The heart

The brain 

Or those on the outside 

The axe breaks the rock up

Until breathing comes again 

Fresh smooth air in

Pebbles and dust out

Fresh smooth air in 

Fresh smooth air out

Repeat. 

Repeat. 

Repeat.

Repeat.

Reviews

[GKN]

You are a master of repetitive lines my dear!

[Lindsey M.]

Thank you!!