You made a fist, instead of a hand.
They couldn’t relate their own heads, hearts
Thieves. There was no other way to die |
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Threesome by Darryl Price
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You made a fist, instead of a hand.
They couldn’t relate their own heads, hearts
Thieves. There was no other way to die |
. |
Filed under Darryl Price
Well done, Darryl. I see the characters in the trauma as the dust settles.
Very powerful language, and a strong visual. “You took everything , but called us / Thieves” — love this!
Spectacular and strong poem, so to-the-point but yet the lyricisim remains.
terrific. a winner.
wow, DP. Always so much packed into your poems. That opening line — a fist instead of a hand — sets the stage here. This poem really moves me, each and every line.
“Or feet to the perfection you asked” Great line. Powerful poem.
> with poems to quench them <
Nicely done.
reminds me of a greek oracle. excellent throw of three dice.
powerful stuff. the beginning and the ending perfect frames, and the three stanzas echo the sentiment. peace…
As someone who is not a poet, your poems always impress me. You make it look so effortless!
I love everything DP. For-ever.
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