Thursday, December 6, 2007

Layers

Cold
hands
dry
rot
away.

Under
melting
skin
out
pours

the
lava
you
never
drank.

6 comments:

Anna said...

Wow. Brian your poems are so short and simple and powerful. I really like that they communicate the feeling so precisely and clearly.

writerwoman said...

I like the last stanza. It is almost sinister in it deliciousness.

writerwoman said...

Hi!

Your assigned day for The Twelve Days of Poetry is December 14th.

It is up to you which poem of yours you submit.

Please send me a link to your poem at IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo with poetry in the subject line.

Thanks for taking part.

If there is any info about yourself you want our readers to know include it in the email.

Sara

Ario said...

Brian, just for once, like, for variation's sake, can you write a crap poem? It gets a bit boring having to write "excellent" under every poem here.

Oh well. Nowt can do.

Excellent. Loved it.

And hope you're recovering well of course.

'soulless' said...

Thought-provoking. "Layers" is an apt title, both with regard to imagery and meaning.

Been reading past posts. (Hope you're in better health, given the recent surgery.) "I am dragged by the nostrils / into bed with a beautiful woman" caught me by surprise; and what a delightful surprise it was. (Here's to the fantasy. Cheers.)

Brian said...

Ario - thanks for the compliments. there is sure some crap to be found somewhere. ;)