Thursday, June 16, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 168: Cravings


CRAVINGS


Below the rocking plains  lacerating paws carnassial teeth  
above  a thrusting eye  smoke a sewn up float  vulturine birds  
full of gullet  their true cravings at cold night  A mouth spread 
like a sail  a backwash of longing  shivery  rapacious country




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5 comments:

  1. Robert VerdonJune 17, 2016 at 8:09 AM

    disturbing, disjointed images, put me in mind of a bad dream imperfectly recalled

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  2. Efi HatzimanolisJune 17, 2016 at 8:26 AM

    yes, dream like and scary

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  3. PSCottierJune 17, 2016 at 8:40 AM

    Thanks for the new word; carnassial. The lack of punctuation makes it more disturbing, Lizz.

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  4. UnknownJune 17, 2016 at 9:51 AM

    Wonderful imagery.

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  5. Lizz Murphy PoetJune 18, 2016 at 11:02 AM

    I do like a small disturbance. Yes isn't carnassial a wonderful word! Thank you everyone.

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