How did they kill you
Twilight in the morning sky
Did they have a stiff upper lip
The gods that saw you die
What were you thinking,Federico
When their bullets went inside
That they cant shoot poets
Or is it just a homicide
The heart feels like an island
Breaking on an obscure street
Still fascinated with death
Dreaming on bleeding feet
Lines across the empty blue
Lines that soar and fly
Lines that melt into reveries
Revieries not meant to die
And coarse earth is where you lie
Frayed like sodden rug inside
Forever cross with a world that erred
Federico,have thy poetic pride
Twilight in the morning sky
Did they have a stiff upper lip
The gods that saw you die
What were you thinking,Federico
When their bullets went inside
That they cant shoot poets
Or is it just a homicide
The heart feels like an island
Breaking on an obscure street
Still fascinated with death
Dreaming on bleeding feet
Lines across the empty blue
Lines that soar and fly
Lines that melt into reveries
Revieries not meant to die
And coarse earth is where you lie
Frayed like sodden rug inside
Forever cross with a world that erred
Federico,have thy poetic pride
5 comments:
good work.
loved this work of yours.keep it up.the obscurity under abstractness is well expressed..
The short scribble for Wet sand and the picture --it was romantic and nice.
Poetic obituary
"Frayed like sodden rug inside" Lovely!! God, I too would love to know... How it felt ... To be crushed into a nonentity's life and death... Did he care... Must he have cared??
sice i am quite incapable of writing poetry, i do indeed respect good poets quite a bit. :)
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