Wraithlike Buoyancy

I’m raw and minced up
waiting for a sensible
counterpart to see
me as a sculptor of the
nauseating pain
I turn into pithy words,

and catchy dictums,
but I’m more invisible
than the filthy air we breathe

© Christopher Rupley 2016

(This is one of several beautiful Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. This particular form is named Choka, and the syllable count is 5-7-5-7-5-7…5-7-7).

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