Sunday, July 26, 2015

Cenotaph




This place marks
a superb spot,

where everyone expects
me to reside,

to germinate undisturbed,
dispassionate, deep.

They do not know
it is an empty tomb;

for I lie elsewhere,
with a dash of Viking,

linger ripe, sleep dark
in another's arms.


tk


R.A.D. adds beautiful life to my words...





21 comments:

  1. I do not expect you to lie face down on the river's side in nearly colorless circumstance. I do not epect you to be metallic and cold and drilled through and through. I hope for you warmer times and kind eyes, the rumble of kitten hearts and the dart of the hummer's wings.

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  2. This was really beautiful. Thank you for writing it!

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  3. The 'dash of Viking' sparks these thoughts with starry beauty.

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  4. This is one of my favorites of yours, Tess.

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  5. Who can't love a dash of viking? :-)

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  6. Love this one & the sexy R.A.D. Sure wish he'd toss out those nasty ciggies, though. xo

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  7. A poem with a deep meaning. Good one!

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  8. Awesome poem!! Meaningful and poignant.

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  9. Yes, like it very much indeed.

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  10. Cenotaph was a new word for me. Better to sleep in someone's arms,

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  11. Something innovative, something unexpected, yet just right.

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  12. beautiful lines,i like the way you end it

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  13. loved the way you treated the prompt, intriguing

    Ashamed

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  14. Your poem brings to mind every vacant face I've ever watched, while wondering, Where is she (or he) right now?.

    Love the title...

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  15. Cenotaph. Interesting... I once read a story on that. :)

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  16. I don’t know how should I give you thanks! I am totally stunned by your article. You saved my time. Thanks a million for sharing this article.

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  17. ~~ a dash of Viking describes you well .....

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)