Three Word Sonnets for the Old Man

I.

Chewing
Phonemes
Sucking
Sounds
I
Seek
Him.

With
Words
Not
Mine
He
Is
Found.

II.

I
Am
A
Valkyrie
Pinned
By
Her
Own
Spear
To
The
Earth.
Ravens
Bleed.

III.

Pulp
In
My
War
God’s
Mouth,
Low-hanging
Fruit,
Incandescent
In
Dying.
He
Is
Ravenous.

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Posted on March 31, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I love it when a blog causes me to increase my vocabulary. I had to look up “Phonemes”. 😉

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