Biting Teeth and Unheard Screams

eyedclaar

Biting Teeth and Unheard Screams

It has been weeks now
Since your dismemberment
And backyard burial
I oversaw the details myself
Your end
Was a foregone conclusion
At least
Within this limited scope

Today
As I strolled past
Your stack of limbs
Noticed a life force
Still budding
Fingers unfolding
Grasping for any sun
Never fully understanding
The time at hand

For one shaking moment
I felt more in common
With a pile of damp wood
Than anything ever known

How long has it been now
Since my own eulogy
Went unheard
And here I am
Still walking around
Pathetically undead

mysticweed

unholy shit man
deep and disturbing
love it

skyeriverwinter

hauntingly real...I can feel it in my bones...

chadwick

nicely done.
very nice.
love the "more in common with a pile of damp wood" bit.

eyedclaar

Thanks gang. Sometimes they just write themselves, don't they?

chadwick

eyedclaar wrote:

Thanks gang. Sometimes they just write themselves, don't they?

yes, Sir.

it's like being in a trance, yes?
an addictive drug this writing stuff.

canoegirl

this is interesting it could be viewed as dark however i am going to read into it and think of it as a tree that was cut down, the more i read this the more i like it and to think the first time i read it, it freaked me

eyedclaar

canoegirl wrote:

this is interesting it could be viewed as dark however i am going to read into it and think of it as a tree that was cut down, the more i read this the more i like it and to think the first time i read it, it freaked me

I'm glad it freaked you out on a first read while also inviting a second. My goal as a poet is for somebody to read a piece and get something out of it, but still be compelled to read it again and look a little deeper. Thanks for the feedback!

canoegirl

i reread to find the goodness in it because i believe when nature and art are together goodness does indeed shine through, now with my bully hill wine in my woolrich mug that was made in china, ugh, i wonder did you cut down a tree and are you now in grieving, feeling guilty ? hmm, when i look at paintings i wonder what the artist was trying to say the first painting that intrigued me with this was andrew wyeth the girl in the field looks as though she is longing for home but really she is paralyized in physical form, so really i read too much into that it was just real life at its best a girl doing what she could to explore the land around her home, and once again please excuse me spelling