Wordle #168

168

I set fire to your image,

A simpering candle

Dissolving into sebaceous rain.

I slip into a ragged cape

Woven with the ghosts

Of our conjoined blood.

Arms palpitant in a blind wind,

I head off for your grave,

The rupture in our mission,

The rapacious hills of the dead.

Will I subsist in your absence,

In the cradle of my ineptitude?

Will the smoke darken

On reaching your immobile grin

A reaper to upend you in

The forgetful tides of the river Styx.

Life is not so simple

It happens with or without

Acknowledgment,

In the blink of an eye,

In the midst of bone-stripping fire.

It stops for no man whatever his value.

I pray and preach to an empty choir.

How your death sickens me,

Whittles away every vestige

Of my salvation and humanity.

*

Well I managed mysteriously to get a poem in!

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19 responses to “Wordle #168

  1. her
    mission
    was
    simple
    and
    no
    one
    could
    hold
    a
    candle
    to
    her
    when
    it
    came
    to
    clutching
    someone
    in
    their
    arms
    while
    putting
    the
    image
    of
    love
    into
    a
    man’s
    mind

    drawing
    the
    blood
    from
    his
    hungry
    body
    made
    her
    happy

    she
    always
    delighted
    in
    putting
    on
    her
    red
    cape
    which
    was
    a
    bit
    ragged
    around
    the
    edges
    from
    years
    of
    wear
    and
    tear
    and
    climbing
    the
    hill
    to
    the
    abandoned
    church
    where
    the
    addicts
    slept
    and
    shot
    up

    she
    smiled
    at
    the
    blind
    ghosts
    sitting
    around
    inhaling
    smoke
    and
    slapping
    at
    their
    misty
    arms
    searching
    for
    a
    vien

    they
    looked
    up
    wearily
    when
    she
    entered
    and
    said
    in
    unison

    Red
    Riding
    Hood
    is
    here
    it’s
    time
    to
    fade

    and
    one
    by
    one
    they
    disappeared
    leaving
    her
    to
    dine
    in
    peace

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  3. Another powerful piece that captures and mesmerizes – and I particularly love the second stanza – it is so amazingly rich – gripping – what adept skill of word usage Yves!

    Life is not so simple / It happens with or without / Acknowledgment, / In the blink of an eye, / In the midst of bone-stripping fire. / It stops for no man whatever his value. / I pray and preach to an empty choir.

    Astonishingly gratifying. 🙂

  4. I read from your latest post to this point, only the brief opening stanza as one poem. It is amazing that each slipped into each other creating a very powerful image of the poet at work

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