Wrestle with skin -no.2-

by William J   Feb 22, 2012


Grasping limbs
in deep soil
blissfully submerged
-holy ignorance-
no face, no eye
no sun
'till the terrible bloom
reviles and imitates
death
(of sorts)
that strikes
as the light in shade.
I see through eyes
I wrestle with skin
and I am so very afraid.

*may have seen it before, been working on it

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  • 13 years ago

    by Karla

    Awesome piece my friend.Wonderful images laced brilliantly.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    Dark images indeed!

    The first couple of lines makes me want to take a few deep breaths

    Grasping limbs
    in deep soil
    blissfully submerged
    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
    I keep thinking of someone being buried. I don't know why that came to my mind but the fact they were in deep soil makes me think of it. The idea that it is bliss though, have they died and are at peace? This poem is making me think which is what I love about it.

    x Awesome.

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