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My arms are attached
Lucid in ball peen sockets
My head - an anvil of silk
Spins formless and hungry

In my youth
Slipping through whiskey dreaming
I wore my heart sleeveless
Dancing unafraid - with wing
Replacing appendage

Tonight these limbs dangle
Electric - each finger
Hissing a remembrance
Of feather and blood

On this evening
With light staining
the darkness - yellow and damp
My hands held before me
Remember the soaring of wind.

Hi TC~

Absolutely brilliant...every word and line; a little 'goosebumpy' too!
A true wordsmith! Thank you, for helping me discover a new word:"peen". (Must be a 'guy' thing, I'm not 'into' hammers and tools)

~Makera

Dear TC ~

I love the images of remembrance with turns of phrase[s] and unlikely pairings......."an anvil of silk;" "I wore my heart sleeveless;" "hissing a remembrance;" well, I could go on and on. However, you've so well described the plight of the poet, reliant on "mere" words to express a vibrant life remembered. What an effective first verse to set the stage! Your poem has many layers. This is just the beginning. I really like this!

~ Elizabeth

Thank you for the kind comments.

T

Dear TC

The lines just seem to echo and make me respond.

Kind regards


Ben