The grip of the constrictor
slowly takes a hold to squeeze
all the life out of them
You can hear their bones crack
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Well what a mystery this poem presents Cokbod? Haven't got a clue what you are getting at? You have certainly consricted my poetic mind with this one.5th line needs attention, 'they' and 'lose'. A little elaboration would not go amiss. Smiling unconstricted, Tai
A beautiful and wise poem, Cockbod.....thoughtful and heartfelt....fine use of metaphor, you've clearly communicated the sense of grief and apprehension, loss and change...things we all share....thankyou Love, D.