The Worm (A Collection Of Corpse Poetry)
I feel it crawl...
Deep
Deep
Inside my eye socket.
A wriggling
Writhing
Festering
Worm.
It contorts its body quite skillfully
Spending many hours engaged
In gymnastically orientated pursuits.
It is alone...
And for some time now
Most oblivious to my presence.
I begin to speak to it in soft whispers
Relaying every intimate detail of my life
The many places I have traveled…
The many people that have helped
To shape my lifetime…
It effortlessly back flips and comes to rest
Upon the ridge of my nose.
I am content here
Happy to become the first of mankind
To share the subtle intrigues of life
With one so small… so misunderstood.
© Deborah Gordon 2008
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KNEW IT LOL
Hi Debs I just knew it woud be the worm next,
those I dont mind I pick them up and throw them to the birds when I am digging ,there is a little robin with a nest in my garden and she is only too please to have her dinner dug up for her ,so you see I was waiting for your worm poem, good one from Willow
LOL!
I was rapidly running out of animals/insects that would fancy a munch under ground! lol!
The worm seemed to be the obvious choice!
Thanks again Willow.
DEbs :.)
Thank Yuck!
That you put those warning tags on, I have to say for something so yucky these poems have been really fun to read, a really good idea, enjoyed them all, its probably a good job you have run out of creatures, as there can not be much of you left!! Great writes Debs.
Andrew
On Second Thoughts...
The badger springs to mind...
Glad you enjoyed them Andrew, it was great to share them.
Debs :.)
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twisted. so of course i love it
Thanks!
Thanks Crooklyn.
DEbs :.)
worms rule!
i like, i like!
Thanks!
Thanks Art!
DEbs :.)