Edward nigma
Edward nigma
Oct 13, 2022

Reaching through the rubble

A man
tensely
tied to a
tired tempered tower.
With his mind
like a reticent
rutted rat
scurrying off
to cower
within the
crooked cryptic
corners of
reality .

But whose
heart is the
only hand
reaching out
of the rubble .
Still hanging
onto a
half hushed
howl of hope.

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde

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Rosewood Apothecary

Your style is unique and I thoroughly enjoy reading it. Hope is a beautiful thing. It likes to hide out sometimes and if you squeeze to tightly it can slip through your hands.

Nice job,
Tim

Lavender

Hello, Edward,
Two short stanzas - the first describing our weaknesses, how we can recoil and draw back in our moments of pain and suffering. And then, you pull us through the rubble. I literally felt it. One of your most empathetic poems. Inspiring.
Thank you,
L