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Panning For Painful Metaphors

It's still flowing, never stopping to change direction 
Cuts are made without sharpening, perfection;
Behold the pain; beholden, the bastard
This river's banks, always see the last word
The stream of water that only the ravens tend;
Panning for painful metaphors; to no end
Flowing; with all the liquidity of a snake
There's just more confusion in its wake
Why has this mortal life made no sound?
This brook beguiled; the lost and drowned
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 22, 2023 at 11:10 AM
I find this one comforting somehow. I wish I could sit with said ravens, with quiet mind, feet wet. Thank you. xomo
Scorpio Avatar
March 22, 2023 at 11:20 AM
<3 you have been missed thank you for the wonderful compliment. A.S.
Anaya Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 1:35 PM
You are the Banksy of poetry! I enjoyed your quote on the bottom part of your BIO and posted it in my quotes.
Scorpio Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 2:13 PM
<3 So appretiative of this huge compliment! Warmly A.S
Turner Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 12:15 PM
I too have panned for painful metaphors. This is great writing, AS. Poetry at it's finest.
Scorpio Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 2:12 PM
Man, WOW thank you DT! With Respect A.S.
Hind Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 9:50 AM
Sometimes it's hard to write exactly what we're feeling...but you have described that 'feeling' so well. Good work!
Scorpio Avatar
March 21, 2023 at 10:05 AM
It is always been interesting to me, how the words of others can set me free. ;) A.S.
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