Dying Ground

Dying Ground

A Poem by Rosalind Gale

Stretches its sinewy veins, its frail earth dried and boned.
No one walks alongside me,
This path is a tomb.
Black scattered light, that is the stars fused and blown.
Their fading flickering scratches the face of you,
A sore, a bauble that hangs like blood
A droplet thickened by all I was due -
These last days you muckle and spit out
Eager little beams,
And I see that flesh was grass.

For you I walk
That I might wither,


© 2014 Rosalind Gale

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Lonesome fatality

Great read


Posted 4 Months Ago

I loved the words.
"For you I walk
That I might wither,
I liked the way you allowed the thoughts to bring the reader into the understanding of the dying grass and withering of life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 3 Years Ago

I cannot say it any better than Jacob did, with the wonderful dark play on words here -- splendid imagery.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Rosalind Gale

3 Years Ago

Thank you!
this is so sad, and beautifully abstract...the idea of dealing with death, either physically or emotinally in a relationship...
love the play on "dew"....

i like the last stanza...i think of the autumn of discontent, the season leading to death and winter.
and the use of "Fall" in two ways...
i fall for you, and it will be my season of leaving...Fall.

you are quite gifted, Rosalind.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

She is quite wonderful.
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

yes, she is, Corset.
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

and Rosalind, i really respect the level of your poetry, and would love it if you had a chance to st.. read more

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Added on July 7, 2014
Last Updated on July 7, 2014