A Cemetery Of Strings Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

A Cemetery Of Strings

Rating: 4.5


a cemetery of strings
a body of injured color
painted red nails, they’re evil
patiently patting the table
as the clock falls to the floor

there’s nothing more
the dead still live, waiting
stained music, screaming spells
the belt tightens! Air, flee;
feel the beating red in your eyes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Okoye Charles Chukwudi 20 February 2012

This is very good....vivid imagery....i love it....the first verse killed it...kudos please you shud read my poems...especially, surreal, a walk in the cemetry and Written at midnyt hour....thanks

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