between haggard breaths
squeezed between us and
the new-stale sheets we try to
animate, small sounds escape
into a frosted space of
air we occupy in empty tones
devoid of our old reds and
moans and silly grins
they are faint morsels of code
the gulf we've grown accustomed
to, distant frigates out to sea
and we're too selfish to risk
our necks to make the crossing
Author notes
I may come back and edit this. Considering how many times I've said this on so many of my other poems and yet haven't done it, though, I wouldn't take that for granted.
Won silver in this contest: http://allpoetry.com/contest/2360922
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a unique write, i liked it.
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Love the humour within this piece ... congrats on the silver!
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What humor?
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This is a good piece. I especially liked the first line of the second stanza - "morsels of code" playing on morse code. There are other nice twists of phrase throughout as well.
Congrats on the silver.
Stacy
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there is something about this poem that has such perfection ringing through it. amazing with its metaphor and simply a solid piece of poetry through and through.
thanks so much for entering this vivid piece into the contest...
Kim -
Do you consider yourself prose?
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Eh?
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Do you consider the poetry you write to be prose poetry?
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Not particularly, though I can write prosey-poetry when I'm in the mood for it.
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