11-15-2013, 01:50 AM
It ends in the beginning with a needle,
and my skin is ink. I have become
a human post it note in Gothic script.
I see the hash mark tally of days,
and yet the sun still hangs in the sky
unmoving like an old portrait.
The world bleeds sepia.
She is gone. Time still passes.
I've done it. It ends
in the beginning with a needle.
~~~
Another prompt from milo's NaPM exercises: write a poem based on a favorite movie. I did a few slight edits since then.
and my skin is ink. I have become
a human post it note in Gothic script.
I see the hash mark tally of days,
and yet the sun still hangs in the sky
unmoving like an old portrait.
The world bleeds sepia.
She is gone. Time still passes.
I've done it. It ends
in the beginning with a needle.
~~~
Another prompt from milo's NaPM exercises: write a poem based on a favorite movie. I did a few slight edits since then.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson