The last thought.

Rocks lay before

            the last thought and solipsism;

Inside a frost stillness, decaying by the tree;

Forbidden—the serpent’s blood betrays

            the bone fingers that lay upon stone.

                                    Feral. What happened?

                                                Illusory dreams

                                                are mere being.

                                                            Devising a relent

                                                                        to emerge outside

                                                            to the city, deprived of life

                                                                        deprived of streetlight.

                                                                                    the lonely catkins

                                                                                                with a vulnerable shape

                                                                                    like a stilling ghost with discolored

                                                                                                            flesh—lay quietly;

Disinterested, the blood pools

                        around the shore that kisses the leaf

                                    alone in finality.

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28 replies

  1. rocks to stones
    he would not leave me alone
    window up
    window down
    when i left
    a frown to smile
    this clown~

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  2. I love the final 3 lines, and I find this phrase intriguing: “like a stilling ghost with discolored

    flesh”

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Thank you for stopping by! I’m glad I did, this is a beautiful poem…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Beautiful! Rather haunting, which keeps one on the edge and feeling the passion of your words. Lovely Lucy 🌹🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  5. or upon
    the white rime
    it is time
    to melt to black
    and back

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  6. Fine job/ scary too

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    very well CRAFTED!

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