The Overweight Shell

It used to be the barren land - women fell away.

I stand upright under a small cloud,

The arching black earth-square

Tied down as the laces of a human heart

When I fell into the darkness, I exit

The stomach of love, the chattering shelf,

The father of mortar enlarges me,

He fell to a moving swirl.

The gravel of the throat cries out,

Under-earth cacophony, stuck by rigidity.

Not even the dumb-breath tried,

Tiresome moth.

Outside a flatness of shudders

Everybody in the dying ground, the charn, clasped their ears,

Indifferent to the sickly air, open and together,

The dead mouth will not say.

Awake as a human

I bend to the flesh of light.

Reviews

[Smoking Man]

A truly profound piece of writing which makes me think of my fragile human body containing my unhappy soul.
In the end we reside in a casket or shell,it's a place that we reside in,a place where we hide in.
Life carries on.
Great vision and eloquent words,now there writes a great poetess from a quill and ink.Blessings Rosa and thanks for your hand of friendship.

[Rosalind Gale]

You are very welcome -
-x-

[Smoking Man]

I look forward to reading more from your excellent writing portfolio 😊

[Rosalind Gale]

You little shape shifter - I love ya -
-x-

[Smoking Man]

Me a shape shifter?,no that's my mischievous altar ego muse Éileen lol.

[Rosalind Gale]

Mischievous, indeed.

[Smoking Man]

I'm only mischievous with my neighbours.Just ask them where their garbage bins disappear to when the bin men arrive.Lol

[Matthew Kult]

Crushingly Deafening

Interesting read

Matthew

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you, Matthew -
-x-

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome

Matthew

[Mickey Hilts]

My Lord, Rosalind - I know you're published, I know you're respected - you're wonderful, truly. I love that you post here - it's a privilege. Thank you.
MH.