Dance of the Dead
Semi-Stream of consciousness poem.
dead are conscious of nothing
yet, their dance
raves noisily in my head
lingering, clinging
their broken mortality
remains, transcends
imagined, yet beautiful
conjured, yet organic
haunted, yet comforting
lest we forget
and our minds become
free but empty
quiet, but lonely
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Author's Notes: Quite a sombre one...but meant to be positive, even in grief.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (3)
I wouldn't mind being free and enjoying the quiet although it's empty and lonely hehehehe. Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
nice
very good