Attrition

Attrition

A Poem by The Everfree Poet
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Yup, those are words alright.

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Hooves like shattered glass
are mashed, attached, stitched tight to
starving wisdom’s light;

Alight! The flame-stained
cloth soaked through with ash, once told,
extolled, and left that

not elapsed. Misty
breaths caress the mangled bones:
the fractured, lucent

spines of winter’s corpse;
carved within: a frightful flight,
a dimpled path to

daydream’s end.

© 2015 The Everfree Poet


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This reminds me of how I find worth in possessions that are worn away or broken, items that hold sentimental value yet are ultimately worthless. I cannot be sure to what your intent was with this but I like how ambiguous it is.
Such a good read and lovely use of language.
- Ellen

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on June 26, 2015
Last Updated on June 26, 2015
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Twenty-six letters and millions of words all put together hoping, in turn, to disturb and awaken bring joy and cast doubt carve rivers of tears through emotional drought. This poem can’t.. more..

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