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Recursive Empty

Down, count me
red nursery down,
count me hel-
icoptors
tearing off my  strings, leaving
darkened blue regret.

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This entry was posted on July 13, 2020, 11:26 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by calvin on July 13, 2020 - 9:20 pm

    Am sure, even positive, that all, most, feel this at some point. Hell I can surmise a lot all the time, though they keep suppressed. And covid doesn’t help. Who knew you had the words to express that which haunts -recursive empty ie. emptiness.

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  2. #2 by clinock on July 19, 2020 - 12:13 am

    good to see you back amigo, weaving your word magic…

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    • #3 by Carl on August 20, 2020 - 8:39 pm

      Thank you for your kindness!

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  3. #4 by Evelyn on August 10, 2020 - 12:00 am

    Nice and lean…good stuff!

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    • #5 by Carl on August 20, 2020 - 8:39 pm

      Thank you for stopping by!

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  4. #6 by Evelyn on August 10, 2020 - 12:01 am

    I expected it to say “darkening blue regret”, not “darkened”…I like unexpected.

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