My poem ‘Another Me‘ has been published on Visual Verse (Chapter 2 of Vol 5, Nov 2017).
There is another me
made of plastic and sunset glow,
how long has it been since we paid
that price at the river bank, things like
innocence and a wedge of forever after,
waves leaping up for a lick of molten
light, then falling into the nameless
dark of their own creation,
when it was over, when redemption was
washed away by the summer rain, we built
a new me from plastic and sunset glow,
with twilight darkened eyes
and a smile painted with a rain-touched dawn,
a soul stitched from words that should
never have been said, and we taught her,
oh how we taught her, that the river
was the same as love and love was the
same as a sinking moon and the moon
was always the same as inconstant hurt.
Congrats on the publishing of this poem. See you in 2018.
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Thanks Cressida 🙂
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Those last three lines sing a ripple through the heart.
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Thanks Magaly!
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kaykuala
same as a sinking moon and the moon
was always the same as inconstant hurt.
There are bound to be so as a relationship will always be open to provocations. Beautiful take, Thot, appropriately included in a place of honor!
Hank
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Thanks Hank.
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Heartiest congratulations! This poem says so very much about our inner and outer selves. Blessings of the season and the new year to you.
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Thanks so much Toni.
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This is so eloquent.. especially resonate with; “a soul stitched from words that should never have been said.”
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Thanks Sanaa!
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From Dec 25 2017 to Jan 6th 2018. Lunch Break will be hosting its TENTH YEAR of The Twelve Days of Christmas you are invited
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much love…
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Thanks Gillena… wish you the best of the season. Merry Christmas.
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Congrats!!! a brilliant poem
much love…
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Thanks Gillena…
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Never pay the ferryman, Rajani!
I thought I saw your name on Visual Verse – well done! I love this poem, especially echoes of ‘plastic and sunset glow’ and the lines:
‘waves leaping up for a lick of molten
light, then falling into the nameless
dark of their own creation’
and
‘a soul stitched from words that should
never have been said…’
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Thanks so much Kim 🙂 This was an interesting prompt and the poems took so many different directions!
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No wonder this has been published – it flows in rhythm and overflows visually. – look forward to many more in 2018
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Thank you Laura. Appreciate your support.
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That’s awesome.
Congrats!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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