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.



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

perfection glances at its own

counting them on fingers and toes
of amputated limbs
still warm
as necrosis sets in.


30 November 2010

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing stage: 



Thanks. I changed it -- good idea.



"When a pickpocket meets a holy man all he sees are his pockets."

Unknown (at least to me)

author comment

illuminates the soul. Shine on, and be strong. ~ Gee

Comments and critique are a vital part of our community!
Critique or comment today!

(c) No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.