…
………………p
……………….u
what goes
must come
………………..d
…………………..o
……………………..w
…………………………n
,
they say. also:
every new beginning comes
from some other beginning’s
end. it’s always darkest be
-fore the dawn. we yawn.
every day has its tiny funerals,
its rest in pieces. its thrill, and
spill. its fill of pain and fear
and tremble. trouble. if we
doubled over every time our
hearts stopped beating or the
world stopped treating us like
royalty, we’d all be bleeding in
the streets.
read the signs.
it all stops, Love.
pain.
clocks.
heartbeats.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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Oh man. More brilliance. And “rest in pieces” … Oh man …
A+++. I love this..If I quoted favorite lines, I’d have to quote the entire poem.
Excellent! The word play propels the poem forward. I’d also quote each line as favourite, ❤
You use cliches brilliantly, twisting the way that they are understood. Love it!