but I was the one who was still alive


Standing under the new sky
I began to mark my arm
Scratching out flowers turning into ravens
Tearing up patience until it became liquid
Eternity was only an instant
Rising up like fire behind your last breath

Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 21:02

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
you take me on whirlwind trips like ghost upon the desert. Stunning!

night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
aaah . . . :) wonderful:) you know what? Your truly amazing acrosticon reminded me of a poem I wrote, once upon a time . . . (2006) I will publish it again and dedicate it to you and your poem:)

*applause* keep writing:)

Phyllis J. Rhodes
Although this divates from the P-O-E-M, P-O-E-T, OR P-0-E-T-R-Y, stipulation of my challenge, it is very good and thought provoking.