bleeding into each other
blurring lines and…
and blending with
of pain and…
my nose on
a new race
as cold indifferent stars
look on from
It’s Global Poetry Month again! The prompt is a love poem… I was thinking about genetics the other day, and how modern life means we’re all merging our gene pools. Which, in a way, is the ultimate act of love. I am travelling so this jet-lagged piece is meant to be read in a sloow “Yellow/ ‘Oh Yeah'” voice to match my treacle brain.
Very nice poem. I had to read through it a second time after I read the context of genetics. Fantastic!
I’m flattered if someone reads my poems once, let alone twice. 🙂 Thankyou!
Love this one Claire and the universal merging resonates hypnotically through every line! Safe travels, Sam 🙂
Thanks! I want to record it at half speed but that might have to wait 😉
Something for when you’re back in ch maybe?
Yes! And/or i need to explore my phone’s capabilities in the meantime
The image of disinterested stars is haunting. Nicely written!