You think you know me
But you don’t know yourself
I am what you will be
When you are me
I am your death wish come true
Your toxic utopia
Reality rotting while
Comforting words echo
Between the pews
I am the joke on you
Smoke on you blues
That you cannot sing
Without a voice
I am the end
To your choice
~
Today at dVerse, Grace shared the unique poetry of Marvin Bell and then challenged us to write from the perspective of the dead man (or woman)”.
Diaries and tiny keys
Opened doors
To thoughts unspoken
Indigo blurred
By rainy blue eyes
My full heart emptied
To fill blank pages
Lyrics and chords
Strumming tales
Of the deep and the dark
Words and voice
United in song
My full heart aching
To fill open spaces
Pain and torment
Tapping keys
In a candle lit corner
Creative crescendo
Boundless and beautiful
My healing heart open
To infinite places
http://dversepoets.com/2014/03/04/poetics-poetically-evolving/
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