Poem: Dirt Ghosts
Dirt Ghosts
i am stitched together
loosely so the air gets in
this is not flesh but filament
hen leavings and raven pickings
tendon streamers gored sallow
anchored to bone
buoyed by god-seeds
it will take dirt ghosts
to unravel these threads
People may not know you are my aunt. This comment in addition to the other is not to spam you but because you haven't done an introduceyourself blog yet (no hurry) this post is the only one you have.
Someone just made a post that might help explain the different currencies:
https://steemit.com/steem/@tony.jennings/explaining-steem-steem-power-and-steem-dollars-to-someone-unfamiliar-with-crypto-currencies
If you want to deep dive into how this site actually works. Here is the white paper:
https://steem.io/SteemWhitePaper.pdf
One of the founders of steem is Dan Larimer and he is @dantheman on this site:
You would likely enjoy his latest post:
https://steemit.com/philosophy/@dantheman/why-do-we-fight-to-change-the-world
Thanks, will check it out!
Hope was lost
Say it's not true
Freedom's cost
Need something new
This is a seed
Here may be a way
Fueled by need
Hope has its day
Very nice imagery. Good work. This is a thought provoking poem.
Thank you.