Yevgeny Bazarov


A Mud - Poem by Yevgeny Bazarov

Disdained and long-forgotten,
left in the intellectual mud.
Remnants of sanity or a sudden breeze?
A rotten hollow filled with ice.

A sick jest of the cruelest of fates,
chained to the stone,
spirit crippled and mocked,
a glance at life to be lost.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life

Form: Free Verse


Comments about A Mud by Yevgeny Bazarov

  • Kelly Kurt (11/7/2015 6:32:00 PM)


    Well conceived and written, DL. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Billy Loving (10/30/2015 6:18:00 AM)


    Nicely crafted! - I enjoyed reading this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 7, 2015


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