Slick rocks.

Poetry pebbles of different sizes and colors under clear river

The body lay broken
on slick rocks,
gathered to lift it up
by the banks
of the raging river.
A rag doll
discarded, cold
blackened lips parted
and glass orbs reflecting
the grey skies cracked
to the void of a wound
that rendered it
wordless

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29 responses to “Slick rocks.”

  1. Powerful feelings and imagery here, Rafia. Wonderful poem. 🌻🌹✨

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    1. Thank you Jeff always for leaving your thoughtful comments so often ❀

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      1. You’re most welcome, Rafia. It’s always my pleasure. ❀️

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  2. Very beautiful! πŸ™‚

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  3. Dark, humane and vivid. Good one

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        1. Oh my bad on the assumption, does that mean the ‘b’ is silent?

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          1. No. It is hindi word meaning Wordless

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          2. Oh wow, I love that…a very weighted word, thanks for letting me know..

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          3. Welcome. You are from which country ?

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          4. I am from Bangladesh, right next to yours! 😊

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          5. Ohh good to know sista

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          6. It is, XD nice to meet you too sista!

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          7. Haha. Am a manπŸ˜¬πŸ˜‚

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          8. Omg! haha, damn my assumptions XD

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  4. Loved the imagery, Rafia! Beautiful ❀

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    1. Thank you Akshay, hope you are doing well ❀

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      1. I am, Rafia! Thanks, I hope it’s the same with you too ❀

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  5. Very visceral imagery, Rafia.

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    1. Thank you, Punam ❀

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  6. A beautiful imagery! Well penned πŸ‘πŸ’

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    1. Thank you for taking the time and staying a while ^-^

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  7. Enigmatic, powerful imagery, yes, visceral…I see many images of different scenes in my mind…from corpses to rag dolls to Nature swallowing its own..

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    1. I love that, Nature swallowing it’s own…and yes, it is visceral indeed. Thank you..!!

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