small creatureA Poem by synecdioticnot my favorite, but there might be something for people to like.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 the question is not outdated.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 synecdioticReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 1, 2011 Last Updated on October 1, 2011 AuthorsynecdioticNew Orleans, LAAboutI'm a college student looking to share my poetry, fiction, and non-fiction to the public, and hoping for feedback! You can find my blog at http://synecdiotic.wordpress.com. Please follow me :) more..Writing
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