dayonfire (dayonfire) wrote in thispoetsays,

Flesh and Flesh

Flesh and Flesh

It is better to have loved and kept
Her alive

Torn elegies won’t grow beyond the
Dammed up homage

No grand hall arabesques still play
Where hearts once pierced the future

Having found that long lost letter do you see the words
Are only a big broken arrow towards

What’s left on
The cutting room floor

What is said is made flesh and flesh is nothing
Without its passing

The forgotten moments you recall
After the poem is done
Are the ones elusive to letters, where she is always
She alive

(my response to the latest Northography stimulus)
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