my body aches

June 19, 2013

tectonics plates saw back and forth uneven and faulty indeed they grind, rough edges nothing smooth as age approaches now more determine to give a new physique more uneven , more i must rise makes me shiver, squinty i rub my shoulders, and knotty scalp with soft fingertips tapping hard, the base of my skull echo that travels through my hard bone body

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MVP-Most Valuable PoetJul 31, 2013

wherever i go my brother, the weather doesn't wear away from my poetic flow lolthe tectonic plate imagery was about a symboll of me in this particular casethank you for your comments-im very humble by iti can read your poems and provide feedback

QVJul 31, 2013

I wonder about the tectonic plate imagery, did you select it because of the syllabic accents (because it sounds really good) or as a symbol of yourself? I hope the New York weather does not wear away your poetic output. When you have a chance, I would greatly appreciate your advice on my poetry, I can always learn more from a mentor. Q.V.