in the nooks of harm

Once again, a dissenting woe
   gives lie to night’s
   beckon

Once again, you are tried,
   tired; as the gong
   blisters,

As the mention of sweet
   morn glistens the
   glands,

Time weeps a river.

When does the sentence fall off the page
& a new oblivion step up picking up this

Wire of dawn? Where do the stains of ink
Perspire if not in the nooks of harm and

The shade of a lower noon? Lower than an
Inch? Wiser than the tooth that carves I

The forbidden spark of a thousand
boasts

What?   we care the plenitude into
a stare

We blink coalesce morph stipulate
tinyness

Into being    the spark has been
used/ful

8 comments on “in the nooks of harm

  1. ksbeth says:

    “time weeps a river.” – i love that

  2. tmezpoetry says:

    Pretty deep, so many great, visual lines. These affect me the most –

    What? we care the plenitude into
    a stare

    We blink coalesce morph stipulate
    tinyness

    Into being the spark has been
    used/ful

  3. tmezpoetry says:

    It’s actually humbling

  4. tmezpoetry says:

    Reblogged this on Tammy Mezera and commented:
    Powerful

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