Trina Layne Poet Free verse

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3rd in 9 Beautiful Lines Contest (Sponsor: Constance La France)

Judged: April 6th, 2025

From Death to Grave

~Running~ death steps behind ~ don't stop to tell how close.
Swallowing a clump of cacti. Throat skewers. 
Aubergine blood clots. Cough, life's wick smaller. 
Struggle effective so long ago, like swinging axes,
which kerf felled the tall tree and brought the timberwolves sorrows?
Can't celebrate on broken lips ~nihilistic providence~
the cancer of Hope eating body as it canonizes soul.
Roasting in this blue basilisk without a cloud over Hell,
lassoed by titian sands, shall our desert enshrine martyrs' bones?

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Terry Miller April 11, 2025 at 8:08 AM Fantastic imagery here, congratulations

Linda Alice Fowler April 9, 2025 at 6:56 AM Interesting and well-written Trina. Great imagery. Congratulations! :) Trina Layne April 9, 2025 at 9:11 AM It was a bit dark for me. I was trying to follow the story as it was playing out in my head as closely as possible. Again, thanks for your feedback.

Anne-Lise Andresen April 7, 2025 at 11:36 AM - Great poem, congratulations on your win in the contest, Trina :) - hugs Trina Layne April 9, 2025 at 9:09 AM Thanks Anne-Lise. It's a bit dark and grungy. I had started reading a few from the list, including yours ... the piece about the anemones. Some very lovely descriptions of the natural world...