Buried Poem by Sandra Martyres
Buried
She carefully arranged the
last remains of
her poetic ambitions
while he helped to drive
the last nail into the coffin
with his sharp tongue
drill bit
No one attended
the funeral
She was out there alone
There were no tears
except perhaps her own
She carefully lowered what
she considered to be
her works of art
into the earth
for all time to come
hoping desperately that
the creatures of the ground
would feast on the paper
leaving no traces behind.
moody thoughts...well composed...well conveyed...thanks...10
a powerful mysterious composition here...great play of words.....The remains would be a feast.........10++++
excellent mysterious write, Sandra, thanks for sharing this dark story.. A.
Wow! Sandra. This is different. I didn't like her being all alone out there. There were maybe too many secrets in her poems and you have given this good strong writing.10 love Karin
I was sure that I had commented upon this one before but there is no other comment. But this is one of my favorite poems, and it's got killer originality in every pore.
this reminds me of 'trapped contours' i posted long long ago...
truely wonderful.i love this kind of poems ''that have meaning'' keep it up.
This poem glitters in the darkness of its own stanzas.It is powerful, evocative and exceptionally poignant. I advise this gifted poet to write on.10/10. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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very intense poem ma'm....brilliantly expressed...hits you deep...10