How I have settled
form melting
shapeless
no boundaries
left
to survey
Foundations
once sturdy
slide
further and further
down
beneath
cracked
calloused feet
well-trodden
a path
swirls and snares
my round-heeled ways
in ink stained
silly putty
spackle
How I have fallen
an archangel
once
young
now
no
longer
How I ache with greed
for what once was
Stil, I grow
my personal purgatory
Still, I create
my own private Idaho
oh and how
still, I slide
into my stilletos
fuckhead
Day 2 of 31
Prompt: use grow, greed, for, path, create, young and fuckhead in a poem
Cravings and yearning.. yeah we do have.. it's a beautiful piece.. even with a 'fuckhead'👌
ReplyDeleteThank you - haha - yes I struggled with that word in the prompt.
Delete"How I have fallen an archangel once young now no longer." loved this poem! Each and every line is beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Delete“Personal Purgatory” great feel
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