Detritus.
when the ocean recedes,
the bedrock eroded into sand,
the last quarter-inch of perfume still smells sweet,
but what's the use of keeping
an empty bottle
once the sentiment's gone
Lithification.
misadventure keeps our fingertips
outstretched long after
infascination fades
to fond remembrances of
intellectual intercourse,
the journey bookmarked
by disasters: a hurricane that
brought you to me.
I shook us to pieces: an earthquake brought us back.
Diagenesis.
after deposition, 6151 nautical miles
and seven carefully worded missives
apart, we bury ourselves in
work and language barriers; I wait for
the metamorphosis of calamity
to forge us smooth again
Author notes
A first version. We'll see where it ends up.
Critical feedback is adored.
Comments
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I really like this, I've been toying with similar imagery and themes and you have done something wonderful here...
I know I should insult you or something but I don't have it in me...LOL
well done,
al
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As usual you weild a sharp literal arsonal that beggs me to read your work twice. Not for confusion, but for a smile of the rarly seen words.
Just a question: Second stanza, last line: Did you meen I shook or it shook? both would work depending on how you wanted to angle it, but I wasnt sure.
I think I can relate to the concepts of a relationship founded in calamity and fed by diress. Most folks can I imagin. Well done, I look forward to seeing the revamps that may or may not occur.
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What a wonderful poem! I especially like the section on detritus. Every time you would speak of an abstract emotion, you would give a concrete image to express the emotion through. That's a really strong way of giving the reader's imagination something to sink its teeth into. Thanks! Oh, and good job including all the latin-derived words. :-
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