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Triptych (Plus 1) in Most Poetry Sucks

  • Jan. 21, 2020, 4:47 p.m.
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Triptych (n)
1. a picture (such as an altarpiece) or carving in three panels side by side
2. something composed or presented in three parts or sections especially

Small Hands
Small hands reach out into the void;
For your soul, please have a care…
Lest identity spent, sees your soul’s lament
At small hands grasping nothing but air.

Pictures
The connection is cold and immovable;
like their pictures on the wall.
Blank stares in two dimensions
Deepen disconnection with them all.

These moments are rendered timeless,
So I’m amazed how it can be, they mark
(and mock) its silent passing
In this solitude with me.

Piracy
Bright eyes, above sweet laughter…
Were the treasures you stole from me.
Too late, perhaps, to save my soul;
Yet I hope to set it free.

Crashing
All at once, the crashing comes,
Expected yet ignored.
Only when blood-red swords are thrashing,
Will my dignity be restored?

With nothing left, I’m free to move,
a spark to light the fuse….
Stripped of all, now standing tall,
with no fear, cause there’s nothing to lose.


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