This Solid Flesh Poem by Francie Lynch

This Solid Flesh



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.

Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,mortality
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakhi Jayashankar 04 April 2015

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

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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