August 16, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXXIV (THIRTEEN STEPS)

By EPRobles

My wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
What month long that noose stretched!
A hooded man in black
  shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
I fell —
        |
        |
    _________
    |       |

      
      for the line
a broken neck upon
   a heart string
    
        D
       R
        0
       P

:: 07-11-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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