Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
necrosis
necrosis
seeking my own council
watching clock that only tics for me
writing the dirge to be sung by a silent voice
on my passing
lest I forget
I am not this flesh, these words, or the vow of chastity
I have broken again and again
freelance pedestal of light
illuminates a lost cause
while
perfection glances at its own
faults
counting them on fingers and toes
of amputated limbs
still warm
as necrosis sets in.
vcp
30 November 2010
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing stage:
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.
Comments
Victorclaude
Wed, 2010-12-01 13:05
Jayne,
Jayne,
Thanks. I changed it -- good idea.
Love,
Victor
"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."
Unknown (at least to me)
Geezer
Wed, 2010-12-01 10:34
Catharsis...
illuminates the soul. Shine on, and be strong. ~ Gee
There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.