dancehall trenches

michael raven poems October 20, 2022 1 Minute

what's the point
of being present
in an empty room?
even ghosts grow
somnambulant
at measured bootsteps
tapping across
dancehall floors
rifle-reports in the
muddy trenches memory

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Published October 20, 2022

6 thoughts on “dancehall trenches”

13rrance says:

October 20, 2022 at 9:16 pm

A room’s never empty
when you’re in it.
A tree still fall
Even alone in the wood

Hope you are doing good. The scarf is awesome btw. ♥️♥️

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1. michael raven says:
  
  October 21, 2022 at 6:53 am
  
  Thank you 💕
  
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chrisnelson61 says:

October 21, 2022 at 6:00 am

A metaphor for being trapped within one’s own mind, I feel, Michael.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  October 21, 2022 at 6:55 am
  
  Thank you for saying so.
  
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Bridgette says:

October 27, 2022 at 5:32 pm

“muddy trenches memory”—so good.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  October 27, 2022 at 6:05 pm
  
  Thank you kindly.
  
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