my broken fingers
flint at cold fires
wet with rust & remains
rattle old the fractured stones
clacking 'round this
hollow & shattered head
a sleep of ashes
ashes & rust & rain
this cast off dross &
rusted remains
remains
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my broken fingers
flint at cold fires
wet with rust & remains
rattle old the fractured stones
clacking 'round this
hollow & shattered head
a sleep of ashes
ashes & rust & rain
this cast off dross &
rusted remains
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4 responses to “remains”
Love that last stanza. The repetition of some of the words really works well.
Thanks, Bob. It’s good to know that I didn’t overdo the repetition. Sometimes it is tempting and I have to fight the urge to go back to the same words over and over with different patterns.
clacking ‘round
click clack and rattlebone.