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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

Date: 4/11/2025 8:08:00 AM

Fantastic imagery here, congratulations

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 4/9/2025 6:56:00 AM

Interesting and well-written Trina. Great imagery. Congratulations! :)

Trina Layne
Date: 4/9/2025 9:11:00 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

Date: 4/7/2025 11:36:00 AM

- Great poem, congratulations on your win in the contest, Trina :) - hugs

Trina Layne
Date: 4/9/2025 9:09:00 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...