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L – Week 7 Poetry

I applaud these soldiers of the land
for claiming this metal monster of a boat
as its own in a cage of roots
just close enough to the shore
to freedom,
for spite.
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Evolution spilled across the wall
paint bubbles spin the tale
of men’s growth from cell
to flesh

Lucy opens the window
to God like form
tearing reality at its seams
for mind’s play
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The freeway
Earth’s scars
from wars with men
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Your lips are sweet silk
to my dry
cracked
maw

One thought on “L – Week 7 Poetry

  1. Molly B.

    this poem is beautiful, but maybe you should provide a little context so I could better know what it is about?

    so beautiful though!

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