Like the Worms

Like the Worms

A Poem by Mortricia
"

Putting myself together.

"

I scratched an itch so eager

I really must confess

the mark was rather porous

oh my skin, it was a mess

 

It flaked and fell about me

tiny pieces to the ground

I reached the milky middle

something deep within me, found

 

I yanked the bone up harshly

to free it from its prison

it came up rather ready

it came up with a mission

 

I dug the earth about me

the bone fell in its coffin

the soil would then decay it

alone, the bone would soften

 

A sprout began to spring

from the place where I was buried

it grew branches, fleshy warm

the leaves were coarse and hairy

 

Axe in hand, I chopped it down

my new home, soon reflecting

satisfaction comes in many forms

but from yourself.....

 

it is the best thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2015 Mortricia


Author's Note

Mortricia
A bit rough. Some thoughts.

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Very raw. And full of deep meanings. I read it a few times to get more idea. This seems to be a little like a difficult, deep puzzle.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mortricia

8 Years Ago

Thanks for reading it! It's not too deep of a puzzle, just some odd metaphors. :)
I loved the inner rawness of this, almost like a dream. I like your personal style here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Beautiful!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Oops....thanks.

Posted 10 Years Ago


First, "it's" in the second line of the fourth stanza shouldn't have an apostrophe. I like it, it has a gruesome Shel Silverstein-like style. The end is a little bumpy, but, all in all, this has great potential. Nice.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Love the metaphors and the images they invoke , an inspirational write ~

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 25, 2011
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Tags: achieve, goal, grow, bones, skin, itch, scratch, learn, strive

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Get cozy to take a journey through a rhythmic, twisting prison, I'm a metaphoricalien and writing is my mission. "Didja hear about the guy who lost his left side? He's all right now..... more..

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