s-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells
Introspective, surrealist poem. Yeah...one of those.
By Paul StewartPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin on Unsplash
s-p-l.i.n-t-e.r.ed cells
crack/ed shells
incandescent
delight
iridescent
fright
harder
than you think
always
on the Brink
beholden
myself down
bit-ter
coffee grounds
fight
for
one
more
oxygen healing s.o.r.e.s
something's
always
waiting
anyways
put the past in past
rearmirror
won't last
forget all the doubt
fight
another bout
*
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Author's Notes: Yeah...thoughts...thoughts...thoughts...
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Comments (12)
These are so intriguing and chaotic! ..with a smattering of hope. 😊👍
I'm getting an always on the edge vibe from this. Not sure that's what you were going for. I also like for formatting/highlighting of certain. Well done, Buddy
Yes. We keep on keepin' on. Well writ and formatted, my friend!
The formatting was a very cool stylistic choice that amplified the tone! Especially those first two lines, very eye catching!
Like how the formatting adds to this :-D xx
I live in the past, Sir Paul. I can't put it in the past because then I'd not exist in the present. Lol, just ignore me. Loved your poem!
It's not how often you get knocked down but how many times you get back up. Ready for another round?
This has a similar rap-like energy as the last. I love the rhyme scheme too. Very effective and punchy. Really fine work, Paul!
What a photo at the top!! Amazing and super cool poem!
splintered cells are indeed the cracked shells. Very nice work.
Always on the brink. How we long for a state of dull daily ease!
Nice!