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Loose tongues spitting fire
burning away beauty
burning off remnants
With the complexity of language that only humans articulate
that muted motions of ants jealously observe
that gurgles of swordfish long for
form weapons mightier than the sword
and we cut
and we slice
and we sever
What do we gain from knocking each other down?
Where do those crushed spirits flee?
What do we earn from each saddened frown?
from smothered, wilted glee?
December 2012
Did you write this? If so, you are a very good poet!
ReplyDeleteWell, thanks Patty! I did indeed author these poems. I've got several books full of them, but just recently started putting them out there. Thanks for the encouragement! :)
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