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Farewell

 

eyes, silent like lightning,

pure shirtless frame serene like a centrifuge,

 

 

I cried amongst brothers,

^blurry sobs coloring the cold Tennessee darkness that clapped down

upon my eternal flame,

^a single stuttering breath dying to rejoin the pitch-black weathered lodge

where the sounds of sneakers scuffling on an unyielding floor, of hands

slapping and slipping across sweat-slickened skin, of the joyous flash

and epiphany of a love-filled head greeting cracked concrete, of frantic

scrabbling cries and hoarse curses all flowed into one last wrenching

note of unadultered glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Criticism and praise are equally welcome - just be truthful, and respond with what you think this poem deserves (Anything, from level 1 to 5. Just be truthful). Interpretation/explication is also welcome, if you so feel.

Edited by HappyBuddha
Posted

First read: I appreciated the imagery. The current rushing one line formatting made it hard for my lil' ADD brain to follow it though.

 

*hugs*

Posted (edited)

Yeah, I would significantly shrink the margins if this forum would allow me - actually, I guess I can do that manually. I'm going to go and edit that in right now.

Edited by HappyBuddha
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