Short Unaccounted Poems
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The scars on my skin are the scratches and bruises
from the boulders that cut me,
but the scars on my heart and soul are unaccounted for.
Fingers clutch to punch a wall,
the heart was oozing poetry in anger helplessly desperate
to save the soul from its last breath....
With one last sigh
My soul is expelled
Twenty-one grams
Floating upward, high
I'm light
Effervescent
Free
Twenty-one grams
That’s all I am
That’s all that’s left of me
I left behind
My body
Still and unmoving
On the scale
calcuator, pen
The doctor total tell
Unaccounted Weight:
21 grams
**For further understanding refer to the work of Dr. Duncan MacDougall
http://historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory
Form:
When was it when there was no time?
When was it when a fraction of a second
Into oblivion dissolved
Yes, there was
That lost moment unaccounted
When our bodies in vibration quivered
When heartbeats ceased
Then the deep called for deep
As your body mine melted
Nature stood still
As the sun with Joshua
Time stole into time
Witnessing a show of passion unprecedented
Of two who
The cord of love purely struck.
What I loved in my youth, has
been soured by time.
I looked back when I was fare,
and my honey was a dime.
Ice blue eyes cut me deep, and
bled my anger dry.
Twisted knots left behind were
golden locks did die.
Never a dull word, nor
moments unaccounted.
And all the precious memories
are hard to be recounted
However now I ask in prayer a
way to bring her near.
From the depth of hell that
seemed, to burn my darling
dear.
OSPREY
On skies, you glared predator-proud talons and beak curved so
sharp as narrow-vision> focusing on doubling plenty to millions...
Prey abounded, you soared, till rivers faded to an unseen creep
richly sipping of bounties seeping DDT, while in your high tower
eagles hawked tainted by death unaccounted, until eggs fragile
yielded cracks in their oval, speed-plummeting to cries of: why…?
(10/13/2020: '89 Hacker-Craft; Truckee)