Anaconda Poems Poem by Doris Cornago

Anaconda Poems

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A cave where there's dim light
Such is life, without a guide
Sun unseen, rummaging
In my kitchen for a bite
Knife nicks a finger
Blood oozes out
Eyes still shut
Mosquitoes
Swarm on
The spot
at the mark
Raises a welt
Comparing the
Sting to the pain
Mind shut off, numb
So much aplomb with
Microwaved felicitation
My life's gain is this cave
Sight unseen, bloodbath in
Dingy kitchen, poems at 6am

Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,eyes,lifespan,poems,problems
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Our eyes are important to self-expression through poems, yet, there comes afflictions which makes us feel inutile, and our fear of going blind makes us deplore our condition and rant - anaconda poems devour us while still keeping us alive! No matter what hindrance we have, physical, emotional, economic, poems must never stop - they are the treasure we leave on our departure!
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