Poetry, Devon Riddick
the dog howls at the moon
the cat hisses at the sun
coincide with energy
smashing minds
molding thoughts
indifferences cook slow
is living worth repeating?
as the leaves slip through the cracks,
oak or maplewood replace the ground
naked branches,
revealing beauty
nudity companies the roots
as autumn turns over,
green follicles.
red follicles.
orange follicles.
“rather provocative way to greet me”
cold slashes to my sternum
the grey blade mixed with blood
splashes as the leaves return
viewing an eternal massacre
the world stops.
time freezes.
to answer my question,
it’s only one response.
i am reborn.
Devon Riddick is a 21-year-old English Major minoring in creative writing attending Elizabeth City State University. He also has publications domestically in ECSU through The Legacy and The Compass and recently Same Faces Collective. Devon also has a podcast Archives Radio where he discusses creative origins, music interests, and creative growth.
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