A second rewrite been editing the archives again


Kiyo Murakami

Kiyo Murakami

Your tectonic heart

Gathers breadth

The air is sullen, commiserate

It scatters momentum-

Hissing black daisies

That fracture and wilt

Over asphalt

Their deranged shadows

A funeral procession,

Swallowing entire thoroughfares

And veins too tight for ingress.

Soiled rainbows pool inside

Your tumescent pupils

It’s your sorrow I see

In the storm’s distillation

The reflection of your brooding silence

That stymied heart of thorns,

Incomprehensible in greeting.

These clouds,

The color of pumice,

Form a defensive blanket,

Snuffing out all

Adversarial bodies of light

Eyes closed

You turn 180 degrees

And withdraw,

A distinct continent

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6 thoughts on “180 Degrees

  1. some real feel ing in this…imagining a heart of thorns…the sorrow in the storms distilation was another line that jumped out at me….the use of words in this is great…

  2. The daisy line also jumped out at me…
    Somewhere I read that there’s a black rose.
    Really it is a deep deep purple, I think.
    Just doesn’t seem at all right a flower should be hissing.
    But it fits the mood.

    Thanks for stopping by… my ‘Mush’.
    Unique is in the eye of the beholder.
    And I think editing or re-writing your own stuff is just fine.


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