Francie Lynch


This Solid Flesh - Poem by Francie Lynch

I never feel
More connected
With my world
As when I
Get sunburned,
Twist my footing outside,
Or pierced by an expectant
Mosquito.
Then I'm bitten
By the ashen irony
Of our soliloquy.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, mortality


Comments about This Solid Flesh by Francie Lynch

  • (4/4/2015 8:59:00 AM)


    a simple and lovely rendition u proved that a good poem need not be long like a prose (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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