Bedlam (the love that dies)

by Unrequited   Aug 3, 2012


As autumn ages
we return to the night
in awe, silence!
the graveyard gestures for the cold,
but much is now lost, and those

mensimplysobbing.

ear noise and rain between the stars
for love thrashes about,
gripping sympathy in the ground

bring sleep onward, to-and-fro,
dead eyes!
turning, spinning____ breathing

filling eternity into
one
swift
moment
(your love that slowly dies.)

*old, from 2010

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  • 11 years ago

    by Unrequited

    It is. An unusual style, I know. But I am sometimes heavily influenced by e.e. Cummings, if you know his work.
    Thank you. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Unrequited

    It is. An unusual style, I know. But I am sometimes heavily influenced by e.e. Cummings, if you know his work.
    Thank you. :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Krysten

    Beautiful, great use of words. Interesting, like your other poems and very good. Although i wonder ...the line after the first stanza.. is it supposed to run together as one word??? 5/5

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