Poem interrupted post mortem

An aerial bombardment
of readers eyes
hit the page
on a write
shivering from intent.
Their thoughts tear
the very core of
it’s meaning-
a philosopher’s miscarriage
thrown to the wolves
devouring every line
with their cannabilistic hunger
under grammar control
the structure, the meter,
free verse are razed
to the blankness of paper -
a page of ashen memories.
The very heart ripped out
leaving a placenta
of words discarded
bleeding
nine months in
the making
aborted.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Some readers do have a habit of dissecting our poetry don't they? Your lines reminded me of someone who concentrated so much on the meter and rhyme in my poetry, they failed to understand what the poem was actually about. That's where you took me Andrew. He was a nit picker for sure :))

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Yes it’s like that presentation over product. Thanks Chris.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so powerful, andrew, especially the wolves' part...
great way to start my morning reading you.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob what a nice compliment. Enjoy the rest of your day J.