Sunday, June 8, 2014

Flickers

Maimed
By
Her absence.
Here I am.
Wounded and sutured.
Oozy.
Brittle.
Unhealed.
She
Alone
Can shush this
Stormy self.
Evanescent,
I still breathe her.
The quietus
Shall silence
These yammers.
I shall be at peace
But
Some questions
Will linger on.

32 comments:

  1. Wounded and sutured - so powerful.

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    1. Thank you so much Psychochef for your encouragement

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  2. Brilliant word choice. I like this a lot!

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    1. Thank you ao much for such kind words

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  3. I could almost feel my stormy self after reading this. Very well crafted!

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  4. I love the mood you created for this piece. It's very powerful!

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    1. Thank you Jen for appreciating the little piece

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  5. These short lines do such a powerful job of expressing the pain.

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  6. Intense emotions here. Well done!

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  7. some people are just never forgotten.

    this was like a powerful, yearning prayer. Creatively done.

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    1. Thank you so much Kir for getting to the heart of the poem.

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  8. Powerful emotions in so few words. Well done!!

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  9. This is such a tender piece, Ruby! < 3

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    1. Thank you Kymm for being so appreciative of the little piece

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  10. I read this a couple of times, swallowing each word slowly. It is both ethereal and grounded. Beautiful.

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    1. Thank you. Your words just made my day.

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  11. Very much a presence.. really well done.

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    1. Thank you so much Bjorn. It is so encouraging to hear from you.

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  12. "Evanescent, / I still breathe her." Such a vivid image.

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  13. such meaty words: quietus, evanescence. Really gives your point some weight!

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  14. Wow, you really did a nice job of somebody broken and barely put back together. I can feel the fragility here. Nicely done. Thanks for linking up!

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