Amaranth, on my back, off
the edge of life.
Dangling cords fall
like snakes, I hanged them
there to dry
me out. With you,
it is cold.
I can’t say that. I miss you,
but I do not. Have you
been tempted to rip her
skin off and put mine on?
My back is off
the edge, now
life is seeping through
my toes, amaranth
dangling, a love letter
for you.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Beautiful and bittersweet. This resonates with me.
This was like an intelligent drum beat chopped and then a fill, awesome! I love this.
Beautifully twisted.
This is wonderful.
Nicely done, as always, m’dear… I couldn’t remember the word amaranth, so I googled it; very interesting plant, and grain/food…. Gives the poem even more depth to my mind… I may even start eating it…
http://www.emporiagazette.com/news/article_f65cb262-30f6-5f8e-bdee-e14afa506735.html
gigoid, the dubious
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It’s not often I feel that you would learn something from me, my friend. Your posts are filled with so much thought provoking information. For me, sometimes it feels over my head. I have to soak it in. Thank you!!!
Love your poetry – vivid imagery!!!!!!