June 20, 2011
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The Borning
Bones are brittled - Veins clog up
Each and every part just hurts and hurts
Silence slips in except for tinning ears
Water-winds redden the nose but go unscented
Horizons seem closer
Even this paradise of wave and rock
Is lost upon him now
It seems he's been turned inside out
Perhaps this is the borning
Comments (2)
This is fantastic. I love it a lot. I know those aches and pains I think. Love the way you have ended the poem.
So much about this poem makes me sad - but the end is so hopeful I cannot cry.
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