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poetry tag

October 29, 2007

I was at Fallen Words and saw thought I’d pick this up.

The sound shook his bones,
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul.

A soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.

He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed

to meet him at the end-
with that terrible sound wound through it.

And all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity?

He crouched down, curling into his grief,
And all he could do was fight for water memories and gas-lit stoves still on.

the last line is mine.

Do you want to add the next line? Here are instructions to take part in this game:

It’s a game of poetry tag. Be the first to post TAG in the comments. Then take these lines and add one, in a post on your own blog, along with these instructions. Whoever adds the nineteenth line then takes the poem to Poets Who Blog at http://poetswhoblog.blogspot.com/ and puts the whole poem in the comment section there. Each person who plays need to also mention what site you were at when you found the poem so that other bloggers can follow the breadcrumbs back to this poem. You can play more than once but not twice in a row.

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One comment

  1. I’ll take it back since no one else wants it. hopefully we can get a generous donation of 5 more lines, or maybe 4 so i can steal the 19th line. TAG



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