When imagination crumbles
And falls away
Into the biting dust of rubble
Scattered through
The endless grey void
Of mindless, formless matter
The renegade rises
From the uncharted depths within
Beyond the feared abyss
Where thoughts have never ventured
To face long decayed carrion
Dried bones of old memories
Gnawed through by inner demons
But when salvaged
Meager joints flailing—
A jubilant revival
The sleeping mind rouses
To a new awakening
I love how your mind meanders through the depths and comes back up with a medal from nowhere.Beautiful read Charley.
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Thank you so much, Pepa. Rust seems to have collected in my mind but I’m happy you liked it ☺️
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That rust seems good Charley.I love how you weave through,no rhyme but still so much depth and juice within.I love your drift babie.
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I’m truly humbled by your words, Pepa. I’m so glad my work is something you can enjoy ❤️
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You have no idea.I will be honest there are writer’s whose work I honestly can never bypass however boring they look from the outside and your’s is one of them among others like Bigsky Buckeye,Zealous Homosapiens,Sue W and Krc.
You guys are like a family to me and I totally enjoy even your worst of works.
This though was a deep write you did Charley
Ps.I dunno where short prose disappeared to.She is a blessed poet too.
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“Dried bones of old memories
Gnawed through by inner demons”
These two lines are so vivid, portraying a strong imagery of memories long forgotten. It fits very well with the rest of the poem. This is beautiful.
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It’s been a struggle writing these days, but I’m happy it can still resonate with those who read it. Thanks so much, Tien ❤️
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You’re welcome. Writing can be quite a struggle sometimes. But this too will pass. 🙂
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Here’s hoping 🤗
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