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This grave becomes respite
by Vikki Owensburied, and all i have
is quickly cooling
pine boards,
and exhaustion
of soul
into grit fine dirt.
molecules dissolve
into the blades of grass
and antiquity,
recycling this purpose
into motivation
and rebirth.
the contract with this earth
expires and renews,
respires and imbues... 08/20/2010 Posted on 08/21/2010
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/21/10 at 01:55 AM Beautiful language in this peaceful and comforting poem. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 08/21/10 at 02:08 AM The title led me to expect something dreadfully dark, but I was taken by surprise when it turned out to be this calm and serene work of art. Excellent word choice at every turn. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/21/10 at 04:17 PM ...vicki, almost what vince said...a kinky way to word it: beautiful. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/23/10 at 03:32 AM ... exceptional..... |
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