Dearth Demise Poem by Bill Knott

Dearth Demise

Rating: 2.8


Satiety help me I have inhabit
of this world. Extant upon its designs
to be more aimlessly fluttering at
the window, to shadow all the patterns

it offers each sun. In frames far as eye
I draw my words towards a juggler's shards
as if our fallings-down our deaths occurred
but did not involve a lot of colloquialized

arm movements, the body language throws. Thus
the shape of your silence when it speaks me
is different than mine in saying you,

though both of them resemble that spasm hymned as
repose lifepause a happen of sorts the way
the horizon's a long way without meaning to.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 02 October 2018

Help me! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 02 October 2018

Such a great poem by Bill Knott.........................

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Anil Kumar Panda 02 October 2019

Very nice poem indeed. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.

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A great poem by Bill Knott

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Dr Antony Theodore 02 October 2019

arm movements, the body language throws. Thus the shape of your silence when it speaks me is different than mine in saying you, a very fine poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 02 October 2019

demise of this world with phantom wings fluttering aimlessly at the window of hope for living but there the dearth of wailing wall......! ! ! ///

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 October 2018

A poem on demise nicely executed. Beautiful poem by Bill Knott..

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