anvil

October 16, 2012

dropped rain slides
down the arc
of time’s hammering stroke
love’s luxation
her stigmata
bleed anti-clockwise
spotting
that beautifully sad curve
becoming a line
of memory

(openlinknight weeksixsix http://dversepoets.com/ )

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5 Responses to “anvil”

  1. Exquisite brevity that creates a whole world.

  2. Lovely Peter ~ the last three lines are perfection! K-a

  3. ha. nice movement in this…from the rain, to the hammer to the bleeding stigmata….all into memory…

  4. A poignant poem – one feels the rain pelting. k.

  5. joanna said

    lovely minimalism here. images that curve and stick.

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