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| photo by Toni Frissell |
Beyond repair
I drift back home
Some say life
began in water
that existence was crafted
out of a soup
So I chance to return
add my frame to the mix
Bones are a good beginning
I will keep the obol
locked in my teeth
Ride the sea's billows
ready to deal my way
across the last river
Perhaps I will hear
the mermaids sing
Add my voice
to the sirens' call
Perhaps
the fiery despair
that burns my heart
finally will be extinguished
Even if
I wander the banks
of nothingness
a wraith
for one hundred years
What does it matter?
I am already a ghost.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 272, Sunday Whirl, Wordle 205, and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Tuesday Platform
20 comments:
Your piece carries the reader from creation to death. So many images of substance in the tween!
introspective and sad.
The last line that makes me think.. Being dead in life is such a sad thought,
Melancholic yet beautiful :)
dark piece - adeptly crafted
Sad message told in beautiful words.
A hundred years is a mere drop in the ocean to a wraith .....
Oooh! That last line really seals the deal. Great interpretation of the photo.
I love this picture anyway, but what you have written is precious and a beautiful gift. I love this.
"I will keep the obol
locked in my teeth
Ride the sea's billows"
Great lines!
Like the imagery of coming from soup.
Also like the haunting last line.
This is fantastic, dark and beautiful. I really enjoyed it.
This carries the reader through the journey of life..some moments filled with darkness doing the back float. Sometimes in life we feel like a ghost almost invisible to those around us.
Gosh! That was intense and awesome.
Longing for that despair to finally be extinguished....wow, powerful piece.
Deep and intense, kiddo....! Perfect for the picture prompt.
Sopa de piedras...
I thought that was lovely, and the photos is so apt.
Beautiful write, Mouse...
"bones are a good beginning" & also for chicken soup :)
Bones are good for soup but I felt a slight freedom in it.
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