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In the Wake In the lull of aftermath is only the peeling back of despair When the unacknowledged reaches the marrow through and through there When the taste of blood renews upon basin trinkling at times so seemingly wasting When the blame wonders from one to another undecided who to worry or bother When the ocean is bled of life undecided why so many of its life comes to land to die When confusion becomes the veil between problem and solution When war seems diverting in contrast saying the word, FUKUSHIMA |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2015-09-27 12:39:17
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
I love your poetry JC; your specific talent is to take words and phrase them in such a poetic style -
What you're saying is comprehended in the way all poets should strive to be able to do.
On my list- as you write and make this reader wanting more -
Blessings,
Deni