small creature

small creature

A Poem by synecdiotic
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not my favorite, but there might be something for people to like.

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as her limbs contort in taut white blankets,

larva unfurls itself.

the drone palpitates,

drawing out the lull.

retrospection is dismissive,

but the event’s moment

drives heart to stomach.

you swallow it and it digests itself.

any natural process

makes idleness normal.

the question is not outdated. when i die

there will be no face shaded by oiled sun.

the clouds will swell like rising plumes

and i am scared of smoke.

for sake my lady, the smell of burn.

the trees don’t move like that

(leaves curling to coy eyelashes)

help me take my lungs away.

the tiny soldier, secret up-close fractal

holds glistening water

with her mahogany husk.

she finds all the vesicles.

i keep the hulls of tiny organisms in mason jars

to remind me

they are small enough for my fingernail.

© 2011 synecdiotic


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Well written! The vocabulary portrayed beauty and elegance, with a vivid hold you had thre reader continuing their read! Once more, well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


There is much to connect with here, the beautiful vocabulary, the vivid imagery. The message is teased away, bit by bit, from your wonderfully crafted words. Well written!

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synecdiotic
synecdiotic

New Orleans, LA



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