subjugating my perception,
this affliction expurgating my limbs,
I contort in shapes, figurines of torment,
exuding through my sheathed skin,
this dark secretion, noxious
within and out, I melt down,
the flaming wick, discharging
this wax blood, tarnishing
the ashen linen of notions,
untouched, unrealized,
dribble… dribbling away,
the last that was left in me
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This is tagged as the post for 27 November for NaBloPoMo.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.
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whew…be careful not to burn yourself out…ha…when i did nano i could feel the burn about this time….
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I think all of you are brave for doing Nano – I couldn’t keep up the pace – this is dark – but wonderfully so – tell me do you choose the pic first then write or the other way around?
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The thing is that I am not doing Nano. If I was, I would have a good reason for being out of ideas. I just took up the challenge to post a poem a day this month and it is a hard thing for me because I tend to take a break otherwise. But anyways, just three more days to go. 🙂
As for the selection of pic, I write first and then search for an appropriate image most of the times(sometimes spending as long as half an hour for a pic). But when I am not able to frame any idea, I go for pic browsing and recite a verse for every pic and I choose the one which could be converted in an entire piece. 🙂
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Whew, that ending……the dribbling away chills me through and through! Great 55!
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that is some affliction….the pains of it shows through in this. good write.
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Ha!! You have a wonderful way with words My Friend.
You think beautifully.
Loved your Dream-Like 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
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Excellent work with the metaphor here–very vivid in language and image–especially like your use of ‘figurine’–great 55.
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Powerful metaphor.
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The image is spot on for your 55 words. My first impression was of a figure in torment. Another Thanksgiving is dribbling away.
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