Bone Wreath

By Abberant

Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And vodka tonics

Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,

I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.

Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,

Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.

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Published on Friday, July 1, 2016. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Bone Wreath"

On Saturday, February 10, 2024, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

Beautiful, harrowing art.
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Deeply haunting. Beautiful symbolism. Great personification. Profound images.
On Tuesday, November 7, 2017, Cassette (1087) wrote:

blankness and hollows was a haunting ending.
On Wednesday, March 22, 2017, syzygy (44) wrote:

I like the way you pay attention to the way the words sound together just as much as the meaning. "I wept them-slowly", what a rare line, wrapped in emotion and all that people think they might see...and all that really lies beneath.
On Saturday, July 9, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

Yes, the language and visuals in this piece were quite intriguing. Ciao, T/S