Jackweb
Jackweb
May 30, 2018

In The Morgue

Sullied feet,
Filled to the brim
Like dry-wood termite.

In the mockery morgue,
Unintended jail peace
Grounded together.

In the profuse chamber,
lies a great harvest of silent peace
And piercing prudent people.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Imo State - Republic of Biafra(Nigeria), NGA

Favorite Poets: Late Christopher Okigbo

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Comments

chevyvent

those are my favorite stanzas. I couldn't pick just one. they both have a lot of meaning in them. At least to me. Really the whole poem did but to me those were the best parts. This is an amazing poem! Great write. The imagery was amazing.
This poem is a glimpse of what some of your readers wish would be a past memory of a love once known
You really can see whats happening and the love between whoever is meant about in this poem! Love your work, keep it up!

What a lovely piece of work, brim full of feeling and emotion!

Jackweb

Any time i come across your comment i got elated because i know your proof reading is an intelligent one.
Big thanks!