Feb. 24 - Flood by Jason WardellI T W A S L E S S A T O R R E N T
more a slow, steady grind of rain on skin, slow,
slow, yes, and deliberate, breaking florid prose
into aqueous poetry, kneading rocky landscapes
down and with carefully measured drops eroding
against my landscape over decades, until I am
less a man, more a breathing statue, casually
defined but without one remaining drop of life. 02/24/2009 Author's Note: 11:50am. Let the flood swell.
Posted on 02/24/2009 Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ava Blu on 02/24/09 at 07:34 PM "until I am
less a man, more a breathing statue, casually
defined but without one remaining drop of life." - YOU ARE KILLING MY SERIES! And it makes me smile. :) |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/24/09 at 08:04 PM ...this has the marking of great poetics, love the swishing and swaying of you[yourself]vs. the world...touche! |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/09 at 09:41 PM Stunning - I am left staring. Bring on the rain! |
Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/24/09 at 11:28 PM the word choice is powerful, much feeling and movement here. One can feel a force within and just stand back in awe and wait for it. smh |
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