Danka Sikorska Poet Free verse

Embodiments

We are the embodiments of emotions.

I usually let the sorrow and the pain speak.
They are the loudest ones.

I dress them up in fog and light,
hand them bones and tears, and blood.
Make them bearable.

Human and surreal 
at the same time.

Distant, yet familiar,
so that everyone knows
they're not alone in this 
turpistic world.

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John Gondolf February 5, 2023 at 4:54 AM Well said, Danika. As poets we bare the emotions we are feeling or the feelings the world around us gives us. We dress the up and make them presentable.

Paul Bell January 13, 2023 at 8:29 AM I like this, got that gothic feel to it. What does, turpistic mean? Danka Sikorska January 15, 2023 at 12:06 PM Basically, Turpism is more or less writing about unaesthetic things. It was a movement in art. For me, in many poems etc. it was finding beauty in those ugly/deadly things :)