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gravity


mauve moments
colour the face
panned from stir frying
back to black
almond eyes
discussing noodle shaped
string theory
as if
i need another rib
caught between breath
throated swallows
that won't see fuckery
as a sin


or find
a zone of comfort
peppered with paprika
without
this compression
constricting
the weightlessness
of weight
against my breast


our wombs
viewed lost horizons
as differently
as a priest
making his own
confounded confession



this
is the gravity
of gravy
with it





































Author notes

Written in tribute to Darcy, her unique style inspires a 10001 reasons to try and write like her! I hope I have reflected some of her nuances as I am a huge fan.

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  • silkypoet
    October 16, 2008

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    fuckery is one of my favorite words, Ever since I heard it in an Amy Winehouse song I have been dying to use it in a poem, you beat me.

    Lori


  • MuddyKing
    October 1, 2008
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    this one still gets to me even now
    wonderful


  • onerios13
    September 11, 2008

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    this
    is the gravity
    of gravy
    with it

    Oh my darling Yvette...this was magnificant in its purity, its cadence, its originality. You have captured something that I still seek, an indefinable nuance of emotion that is as solid as a diamond but shines brighter than a sky of stars. I know that although this contest was for me and my works, I have to tell you that you did it far more justice than I could ever hope and I daresay with the sincerest heart that I own, that that ending is something I wish I was brilliant enough to pen.

    You touch as no one else ever can and I thank you from the bottom of my soul.

    • Yvette Champ gold member
      September 11, 2008

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      Oh my, Darcy you put the zing and a maze into amazing pure poetry, your kind words are far more than my own creativity deserves but believe me they are cherished for their ripeness, omg, am babbling again like a star struck fan in awe at the stage door but you are inspirational and like a true star you are without ego, you simply shine without polishing yourself ! Thankyou for inspiring, for being you, for letting me ramble when I am in babble mode and simply smile when I can only applaud.

      Love and Light

      Yvette

  • silverfish
    September 8, 2008
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    am strangly peckish for spagetti and meatballs. don't ask. nice poem, emeril. -sauceyfish

    • Yvette Champ gold member
      September 8, 2008
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      Thankyou saucysilverfish, methinks you got the gist of the anagram, gravy+it=gravity, yours maybe spaghetti and meatballs, mine is Bubble and Squeek and yes, best not to ask!


  • arafura gold member
    September 7, 2008

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    I love this! As someone else said, it's a little different to your usual style, but wonderful still! You are such a clever writer!

    • Yvette Champ gold member
      September 7, 2008
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      Thankyou John! Take a peek at the real McCoy and read Onerios13, I am sure you will love the real thing, Darcy has such an indefinable style all of her own.


  • Cherokee
    September 7, 2008
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    One of the Darciest for sure.

  • Bad Bill
    September 7, 2008

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    Great use of language in this quirky and unusual poem--very well done indeed!

    Good luck,
    Bill


  • DogFish silver member
    September 6, 2008

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    I didn't quite catch on at first
    ...I'sa' thinkin' this ain't quite like yvettes's usual poetry (although, she's very adaptable).
    And then I saw the contest prmpt!!!
    OOHHH...i GIT IT!

    three thumbs up!!!

    • Yvette Champ gold member
      September 6, 2008
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      Lmao, very adaptable, all those games of Twister paid off!

      Thankyou


  • Thomas Scott gold member
    September 6, 2008
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    Who said fuckery was a sin?


  • apropos
    September 6, 2008
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    you are brilliant. this is great!


  • knock
    September 6, 2008
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    condiments are often overlooked
    i liked it






  • Nicolette gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    this is great poetry, Yvette - marvelous!!



    ~ Nicolette


  • zochit2me gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    This is a Darcy voice for sure
    And "fuckery" LOL What a word...I'm jealous of that word and want to fuckery it

    good imagery here

    our wombs
    viewed lost horizons
    as differently
    as a priest
    making his own
    confounded confession



    Yay

    ♥Becky♥


  • EvilKate
    September 6, 2008

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    Oh my. Your best. Your best and perhaps one of 'the'

    "fuckery" - I love that word. I shall hold it and rock it and feed it and love it forever

    hehe.

    But seriously, the whole poem just breathes!

    Bookmarkied!


  • tara wilson gold member
    September 6, 2008

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    I knew this poem was for this contest as soon as I started reading it...lol,

    "our wombs
    viewed lost horizons
    as differently
    as a priest
    making his own
    confounded confession"

    excellent


  • secberm
    September 6, 2008

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    "...panned from stir frying
    back to black
    almond eyes
    discussing noodle shaped..."


    LOVED IT! Jeez, sis. This is classic. Write on and good luck. One.

    Dez

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