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POETRY OF LOSS

POETRY OF LOSS

IT NEVER do not know what loss

/Prance like a cat in the space
Green eyes

/And I offended humiliated

/AFTER MY eavesdrop shadow
Too late, how late DISTRIBUTION
I over the coals break kindling

HOW idiot blow GRACE
Call FIRE
FLOWERS AND DENIES ATY, scarves, poem
Clothes Everything I

/The naked remains a poor, bare
FIRE THAT DOT WITH hold warming.
IT NEVER do not know what loss

/Prance like a leaf in a garden without hand
Your eyes
But I want to love
At any cost


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Comments

luisga814 wrote on March 31, 2015, 9:56 PM

Actually your poem is great but my question is this. Why you capitalized the figures of speech in your lines?

leli wrote on April 1, 2015, 6:29 AM

I am sorry not to understand reasons, is that I do not know English well but with the help of calm I translate posts