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Broken Bloodlines
by Clara Mae GregoryBlood is blooming
In this carnage,
Where lives are
left in pieces
Of abortive debris-
Like devalued dung
Deposited on a doorstep
Without any dignity. 05/10/2018 Author's Note: new stuff
Posted on 05/10/2018
Copyright © 2024 Clara Mae Gregory
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| Posted by Brian Francis on 05/15/18 at 04:13 PM Brevity at its best. I'd be curious of the inspiration, personal or inspired from outside sources. Beside everyone knows friends are the best family. Thanks for this thoughtful poem. --bf |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/18/18 at 12:52 PM All life has dignity, even the broken aborted pieces dangling together in a person. Thanks for this thought-provoking piece, Clara Mae. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/19/18 at 01:15 AM I can't decide if the fact blood is blooming is good or bad, or if it just is a description of the situation we find ourselves in currently. It is easy to devalue lives other than my own, which I find myself at odds with daily. It is more than existential, it is almost Keatsian for me. Thanks
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| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/19/18 at 01:15 AM I can't decide if the fact blood is blooming is good or bad, or if it just is a description of the situation we find ourselves in currently. It is easy to devalue lives other than my own, which I find myself at odds with daily. It is more than existential, it is almost Keatsian for me. Thanks
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/13/18 at 01:50 PM This poem is small yet huge in emotional scale and reminds me of the value of existence, whether it belong to a human or to a blade of grass. We all pass this way once and we all struggle to hold on to such a life which is difficult to say the least and utterly unlivable lest there is love in it and understanding. |
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