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Bloody SnowDistance far too great
To be enveloped in your arms
Separated beyond any reach
No matter how far I stretch out my hand

Only able to vaguely recall
The warmth of the embrace that protected me
From the cold harshness of the world
Those precious feelings
Now lost to the icy snow

But time marches on and on
Like the soldiers going into battle
Weapons at the ready, always on guard
Waiting for the next bloodbath to begin
Worrying who will be the next to fall

While I'm left behind
Wondering where in the world you are
Are you losing or winning?
Dead or alive?
The questions remain unanswered
Acknowledged only by the silently falling

Domestic ViolenceI awake to the sound
Of broken glass
Angry voices
A woman's laugh

Then a silence
Deafening it seems
Followed by a crash
Then a scream

Shadows dance
Up and down the hall
Cast from a lamp
To illuminate it all

I'm nine years old
I've been here before
I climb from my bed
Down to the floor

Underneath to hide
From the war at home
This is my domestic violence poem

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But This Is An Emergency -Cornish Poet Clive Blakeby ~CliveBlake

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But This Is An Emergency (by Cornish Poet Clive Blake) Phoetry – Visual Poetry – Concrete Poetry - Poetry

Tell Dr Blood it's Mrs Bloomsbury;
He always sees me right away;
He's such a wonderful doctor - so much
Better than that Doctor Day.

What the devil are you incinerating,
I consider your tone a right cheek,
I've not bothered you for ages; I've
Not phoned for at least … a week.

But this is an emergency;
Yes of course it's serious,
I'm sweating, shivering, sneezing
And feel quite delirious.

I'm running a terrible temperature,
I'm covered all over in spots,
My body aches from head to toe,
My muscles all tied up in knots.
My heart's got the palpitations,
Though I've still got a pulse - it's quite weak;
My poor throat's ever so red and sore,
It's increasingly hard ... to ... speak,
My eyes are all glazed and weepy,
My ears are infected and blocked,
I think there's a chill in my kidneys
And my joints have all stiffened and locked.

My stools - are alarmingly liquid,
My water's grey, misty and strong,
I'm suffering pins and needles, in fact ...
I don't think I've got very long.

He can see me on Thursday morning,
An appointment for half-past-ten,
But that’s no good at all to me ...
I'll be better again - by then!

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This 'phoem' is titled "?But This Is An Emergency” Phoetry – Visual Poetry – Concrete Poetry - Poetry,
from the 'Phoetry Book', View Points and Points of View".

I describe Phoetry as a fusion of poetry and photography.
I came up with the Phoetry concept in 1994.
Phoetry can also be described as Visual Poetry and loosely described as Concrete Poetry.

The poetry is by Clive Blake [link]
photography by Chris Robbins MPAGB, AFIAP. [link]

View Points and Points of View
The Phoetry Book, ‘View Points and Points of View’
was published by Emu House Publications [link]
Book design and typography by Adrian Blake [link]
of deviantART *hairycheesecake fame [link]