If you've followed this blog for a long time, you know that I have posted a lot of poetry and even more collaborative poetry with 
before she was revealed as my ghost writer!
This morning we woke up and thought it would be fun to have a miniature contest! Try to find the new poem!
Comment which one you think it is!
That's it!
You can blindly guess or actually scour the past posts for the answer! There are no rules besides commenting your answer here! Easy peasy!
The first one with the correct answer will be awarded 2 STEEM to play with!
Good luck! (We left out all the pretty images! No hints!) <3
Hammering.
One. Two. Three.
Deep breaths
A warrior turned to flee.
Fallen brethren the last he sees.
Footfalls echo into the woods
Hunter or prey?
Fleeing or searching a fray?
Trees fly past in blurred illusions.
Drums made of heart.
A war on the horizon.
May the victor take the spoils..
Smoke on the horizon,
Rising in coils.
All he loved has burned.
Gnashed in teeth of battle.
Pulverized.
Dust and ash,
How long will he last?
Hammering.
One. Two. Three.
Feet flying over hills..
Tears, so many killed.
Collapsing on the edge,
Looking down into the field..
Nothing remains.
An Exponential Need,
Tap into the collective. Press yourself into the planet.
Let the stream of life into your void.
push close.
Be mine.
You were never empty.
We were always within.
Your soul is full, I am bright.
We created today so much light
Filling the pond with luminescence.
Stay flexy little minnowfish.
Bend around the wave of this place.
Flow and go, go and flow.
Take the bubbles into you.
Extract and absorb.
Regurgitate.
N=N+N
Shameful that all this effort was for naught.
Your bones are brittle, bleached and gaunt.
Laying gentle on sandy floor.
The table leg spoke. . . “nevermore”
She slides out the dustpan and brush
Bending to her chores.
Mundane effort, little sweep.
But beneath it comes much more.
Revealed beneath the dust and grime
Comes shiny golden truth.
Motes of dust sparkle now
And that is all, forsooth
Silence.
Breath falls
Soft and warm
Salty at the edges
Like a wave
Crashing on the shore
Of embraces
Owning you quietly
You own me loudly
Tumbling along
The curves of your arms
Puffing up
And blowing out
Swift winds
Coaxed
By our fingers
Eyes closed
For the rising tide
Little ripples
Of the heart
Love hammering
Like foam to stone
Gentle on unyielding
Slowly
Eroding the surface
Wearing away
Resistance
Calls of birds
Lololove you
A stutter
Caused by beating wings
Soaring
Over our ocean.
