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ReBlossom
by Alastre ZidlerAbove the cemetery dust
And grey dead roots gnarling
Twisting 4 feverish hands
Natarajan
Struck the brittle slate earth
Bellowing the name
Of a Phoenix
Lo, such days of vacant sleep,
Walking in ones body
Despite a lack of movement -
An inverted replica
Petal-less
What passion
Have I yet to
Fresh waters of the wellspring
From behind the veinwork I emerge
And in my hand, something pulsing red,
Alive and new.
04/20/2005 Author's Note: Am I back? I don't know yet...
Posted on 04/20/2005
Copyright © 2024 Alastre Zidler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/26/05 at 03:38 PM Inspiring, multi-dimensional words, Al...Nice to see ya posting again. Nice stuff :) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/09/05 at 10:33 PM You know I adore your style, the splash of images in words, your color choices and the removal of the "Do not disturb the Genius" sign :-) |
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