Poems.

[zoolane]

Nowhere.

Delving into the abyss to keep soul alive.
With entwined staircase weave itself to nowhere.
Nowhere is the desert island, nesting in the quick sand.
The island get submerge in the blind spot.
The island reappear in other place.
No longing as desire to be tied down.

[hillwalker]

Most of us contemplate life on a desert island at one time or another but this one is a less welcoming place - an escape from the real world that threatens to backfire and put us somewhere even less comforting (if I'm reading this correctly).

It's another of your dark pieces and there's some intriguing imagery hidden behind what appears at first quite a simple poem. Food for thought.

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[zoolane]

The Dead.

Dead has you might be.
With twist faith and spiral sorrow.
Hefted with blackest nudge; poke you with a stick.
Sharped as a pin.
But small enough not to be notice.
Secretive bond to your flesh.
Slowly releasing death,
to become buried in the ground.

[zoolane]

Feet.

While I drag my feet long.
Well I be able to stay up straight?
My feet run fast, my body stay put.
My mind be shook round like ball.
Maybe its turn jelly while everything drain out.

[Delta40]

I can feel the sluggishness in Feet. Ach! I've got to drag my feet to work on a Saturday...

[MystyrMystyry]

A very good selection Zoo

I like

Hefted with blackest nudge; poke you with a stick
Sharped as a pin

[PrinceMyshkin]

"The Dead" and "Feet" are my favourites among these. There are such strong dark images in both of them.

[zoolane]

Thank you all for your comments. I will writing people peice just get to review people writing and just reading and amount paper in front of me. Lol.

[Jerrybaldy]

unique as always Zoo. always a pleasure to read you.