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Click herei have known wildness,
at 98
tiny like a mushroom
and solemnly pucker-mouthed.
but
hell raises itself to surround her,
when angry.
hands crinkled like old paper,
they blow in the wind
of her breath.
at 98
every action
is a statement of power
of life
of endurance
and of the motion of time passing.
wildness
is breathing
when everyone says
moss
grows on your
north side.
that certainly leaves food for thought...well done.
Your creativity and originality never ceases to amaze. There are so many ways to read this that keeps rereading it fresh each time.
I am not missing the point of the poem, I truly enjoyed it.
I especially like the layout and how you can read the left-column words in a different order alongside the right side and get new meanings.
I have been reading through your submissions, so far I have not been disappointed. Keep up the good work!