Tracey Underwood
Tracey Underwood
Mar 03, 2022

The Zephyr

A silhouette,

outlined with a façade of human,
kneels quietly in the corner.

As dust gathers upon the distinction
that love was once an interlude of

ecstasy

born of flesh

it crumbles to the floor,
as the zephyr quietly
carries it away…

to an oblivious union
of madness

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Texas USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Ogden Nash

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Comments

Geezer

I really like your newest post! It has a spooky feel to it. Only thing I would change is: [and] the zephyr quietly carries it away.
~ Geezer.
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Candlewitch

I love how this poem flows. the ending gave me a little chill! I really like when a poet can make me shiver! thanks for the experience!

*hugs, Cat
ever, eddy

eddy styx is my Male, malicious, murderous alter ego who writes dark poetry.

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Ray Whitaker

like this, however have a Question...

why the use of so much white space? I really like your stanza groupings.... except the middle spaced out lines. just IMO....

I would place those words like this:

ecstasy
born of flesh