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“This Corpse Pose” – Promote Yourself


A fraction of me is
still owned by you.
Each day seems
to trudge along,
sprinkled with ghosts
of your smile,
the provocative  tenor
of your voice, and
fantasies seized
within the starlit shine
of green eyes.
The twisting surveillance
of this history
isn’t so much a wisp
of threaded air
as a pained,
voiceless plea
for something which
defied a name.
An existence shared
that marks each day…
a catastrophe
of endings
with casualties.
A portion of
who I am
will never return.
A loose and
fragile gem.
Your curves tease…
these nightmares
as I battle
for sleep…

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

3 responses

  1. Evocative. Similar to my recent poem in its subject


  2. Artfully spoken, very dreamy before bedtime ❤


  3. “isn’t so much a wisp / of threaded air,” are my favorite lines in this peace. Very haunting and telling, and I think many of us battle these memories of someone we once shared a relationship with.


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