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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
Barren

Barren

A Poem by Jessi Leigh

today the soul mourns
it does not cry
it does not feel male nor female
but rather like bread - crummy and stale
an ever looming cloud of grey
a constant drizzle stealing from day
the sea feels greyish-green
waves are sick and stunted and snotty and mean
our good friend salvador dali he knew
in persistence of memory he painted, he drew
my desert lacks the sea
and clocks are clouds big and white
that tick tock tock with all their might
my desert lacks the sea
i feel pale cold sand beneath me
the mind is a stagnant lake
with a battered old row boat it cannot take
                                                               today the soul mourns it cannot cry
                                                                     
                                                               today the soul really just wants to cry

© 2011 Jessi Leigh


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really enjoyed reading this jessi....powerful poem!.....stunning poem!

loved the stanza
'it does not feel male nor female
but rather like bread - crummy and stale'

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a nice deep description and use of beautiful metaphors, demanded one extreme to another. Such a superb poem. xx

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on December 12, 2011
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Tags: disappointment, isolation, loneliness, fatigue

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 Jessi Leigh
Jessi Leigh

Cape Town, South Africa



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I love to speak my mind. My words are rough and pretty raw. I get overwhelmed by life pretty easily, but love to push myself and see just how much I can take in. I'm here to learn, to grow, to e.. more..

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