the culling 09/04/201909/04/2019trE musical selection|Me’Shell Ndegeocello: fool of me micropoetry, 5 parts|audio poem Egon Schiele from Nudes Series –1918|WikicommonsI tore you from my heartwatched as you floated into spacethe culling begins . . .you took with you moments of passion,pleasure, and pain and looked backat nothing — nothing could remain.the beauty of us once a small sinturned into confessions to our other loverswe had secrets that needed secrets.I am just a number to youa piece of flesh molded into your want —I would never be a need.as I wash away your scentI remember the day I morphed into your playthingit’s etched in me — my skin swallows it. Originally published on Medium. Share this?EmailWhatsAppFacebookLinkedInTwitterPinterestTelegramMoreTumblrLike Loading... Related
My goodness. That last stanza is stunning. The choice of music is fitting as well. LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Barry! I really like this poem. It’s quite dear to me. I am glad it’s been well-received. LikeLike
Stunningly and precisely grafted with not a word out of place. The fluidity and mastering of words here is exquisite LikeLiked by 1 person
My goodness. That last stanza is stunning. The choice of music is fitting as well.
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Thank you, Barry! I really like this poem. It’s quite dear to me. I am glad it’s been well-received.
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Stunningly and precisely grafted with not a word out of place. The fluidity and mastering of words here is exquisite
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😊 Thank you! That’s high praise!
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Bittersweet and oh so moving, Tre.
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Thank you, Mags!
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You’re welcome, Tre.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Peggy!
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