accolade

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gulls flock                         white and grey slow motion focus
keen sights locked on                                silver shadowed
shards of life                          gathered close in ocean skin
cold depth softened                              in the sun and calm

seized and hauled aloft                    in flight they die amazed
so much death                                      to feed gull need
flesh and blood                            so clean the beauty hurts

                     too much to be alive

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vessels (edited)

Time beats pulse on hollow vessels,
hovers over sterile tomb.
Inches from our hearts each path
wraps bone in aching streak of vein.

sometimes in your arms
i was almost loved

Waxy skull leaves yellow stain,
dull grain on vivid empty palm.
Life’s echo paints a fading line
in heavy silence, aches and lies.

sometimes in my arms
you felt almost loved

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new version of an older poem … fits with easystreet prompt #175

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fate

The pact flesh makes to disappear
frees wyrd from rib,
sweet curve of subtle cage
craves nothing
but its own destruction.

Cold end touch of wordless bone,
so barely intimate,
is nothing
but an echo of this kiss.
Sun’s dust embraces wind.

inspired by easystreet prompt #161