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Everesting
by David MauriceI sometimes think about the times
That I thought were not just mine
I drag hair through comb
fine-toothed cravings,
ravings.
And if I knew that you would care
(I devil up a shoulder bare)
And could this reach your mountain air
I'd leave to you the top,
stop and blink an avalanche down
into the valleys,
winding places laced chimeric
faced between the lash strokes
of tonnes of ice,
tonnes poured between
the lashes
Acclimatize.
12/28/2012
Author's Note: words don't work don't need don't want don't do don't give don't love don't wither
Posted on 12/29/2012
Copyright © 2024 David Maurice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/09/13 at 10:55 PM "stop and blink an avalanche down
into the valleys," - what a fantastic concept. Loved the flow to this, the most interesting rhyme scheme. "faced between the lash strokes
of tonnes of ice," - the hard and the softest of softs - what a visual! |
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