I wanted to remain a primitive

Before i step back into the bush

I turn and squint at the skyline

A derivative of where i'll be

Your refinement of minerals

Means you want to make fine

Again what was once fine

Fine as can be is my destiny

Perfect in terms of an ending

A finish in lush abrasion

by Jan

Final Release Poetry Festival
Table 16 Prompt:
"Write a poem of not more than 10 lines imagining what Peg must have felt at Final Release."

 

singing dog bowl

 

He said mmm

i am repeating it i'm digging on it because i like it

he said mmm and I said mmm he said mmm and

it was a happy moment and i'm replaying it

felt so mmm after all this time i'm repeating it

because it follows a track going half way 

down my back eight billion cells have

passed away since then but when he said 

mmm not a molecule degraded he said 

mmm and i said mmm and he said

by Missy
Junior Scholastic Table
Poetry Fair
Days of Destruction

water lily

 

 

 

immigrant house

Enjoy