Day 3 OctPoWriMo-2017 (Prompt-Taste of Metal)
The taste of metal still bemoans on the carved milky valves.
A tightening string created a hollow ring
Once shaped as a full moon reduced to a shapeless being.
The scars shadowed
What was once adored
What was once adored
A lifeless mass of food.
captures ' all things must pass''
ReplyDeleteYes. Some are beyond our control, but they do pass. :)
DeleteSunita, the first time I read this poem, I said, "wow!" when I finished. The second time, I read it aloud and marveled at the words "bemoans on the carved milky valves" and delighted in the internal rhyme of "string" and "ring". Such imagery! Thank you. xoA
ReplyDeleteAnnis, this is about a personal journey. You inspire to go ahead with this challenge with your comments. Thank you very much :)
DeleteKiller last line too!
ReplyDeleteThank you Angela :)
DeleteI agree with Angela. That last line is powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the constant support :)
DeleteI love the way the middle stanza builds anticipation. I immediately wondered what would happen next. Well done!
ReplyDeleteGlad to know that you liked the poem Michele. Thank you very much :)
DeleteEloquent with a lovely rhythm. Well done.
ReplyDeletePeace,
Morgan
Thank you very much, Morgan :)
DeleteGosh! You are churning out masterpieces!
ReplyDeleteNot a masterpiece, just a personal experience :)
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