Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
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People go places! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
people goes places larger than themselves. Thoughtful inference drawn. Thanks for sharing it here.10 points.
I really love this. This is like...the moon against the sun, or the rain against the lightening... this is like form and unform, all twisting and seething inside us all.
I really love this. This is like...the moon against the sun, or the rain against the lightening... this is like form and unform, all twisting and seething inside us all.
I really love this. This is like...the moon against the sun, or the rain against the lightening... this is like form and unform, all twisting and seething inside us all.
Life changes so often - age can cause memories to become so foreign - that perhaps we view ourselves as vacant skin then - or now....Excellent write - but must be true to my own self by saying that the nonsense words do not appeal to me.... a hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope. I don't understand that reference at all and it so takes away from an otherwise beautifully written poem..... The passion for poetry is innate - but good poetry only comes from the honest critical eyes of others.
Extending souls connect with each other. The society bonds more cohesively when the lengths of souls become not the barriers but bridges of communication.