Looks cast down by umbrella lids
Their tones mellifluous
Like pirate beads quivering through hurricanes
They carry the silence of smashed pumpkins
And the delicate fixing of tuxedo bows
He was the muted cursive in a diary
Stride like a solider who ended thousands of lives
The blueberry firecracker of his eyes
Smoldered paper hats and Japanese fans
Hand carving the outlaw hair of chocolate sand dunes
His tufts tortured by the rolls of the sleep
Whiskers like the end of a sepia ticket stub
A jaw molded to cut diamonds
The corners meant for addict lip-imprints
We are lioness and man
Our lemonade rum sloshed between the pucker
A chemical mixture of evergreen nightmares,
Gentle nightingales, Egyptian mystics,
And the fingerprints of twins
One soul bridged between two echoes
Humming: "Abandon ship and the sea will guide us home."
Author notes
I should probably explain this piece: it's about loving someone despite their flaws and yours and the ones you create together. perfection is the opposite of it's definition and understanding is the true form of love because it is an acceptance of the person you are with. that's what I was trying to say in this piece. love someone's flaws because without them you wouldn't be able to define and cherish all the wonderful qualities and details.
Comments
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The second stanza just leaves me breathless. It has everything a poem should have; poignancy, imagery, creativity, and I don't use those three words lightly.
There is a whole esoteric feeling in the piece. Bringing up distant images that many people are too bothered to even pay attention to.
The ending capped the whole thing off perfectly. Left the reader feeling full. Great emotion and metaphors throughout the entire work.

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what imagery - this sears like a Catherine Wheel.


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A jaw molded to cut diamonds
The corners meant for addict lip-imprints
thats a really excellent line, it really sums up what the poem is about perfectly.
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I hate it when people coin perfection in all of their troubles, disturbed thoughts and excuses. What an overrated mirage.
I think this is one of the softest poems I read by you; it was a nice change up and you did awesome with it. The last line was a great delivery a perfect ending with a flow into oblivion.
You did amazing with this doll.

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Wow, the imagery was all over, and very creative. My favorite part was this:
Like pirate beads quivering through hurricanes
They carry the silence of smashed pumpkins
And the delicate fixing of tuxedo bows
He was the muted cursive in a diary
Stride like a solider who ended thousands of lives
The blueberry firecracker of his eyes
I honestly wasn't sure where this was going until I read your author notes, but it all makes sense now.
"Whickers like the end of a sepia ticket stub" is that supposed to be "Whickers?" what is that? lol.
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haha thanks I meant whiskers. I'm terrible at spelling >.< oh the joys of dyslexia.
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Haha, that's what I figured. I have a little dyslexia also, so it's a goof thing my computer has a built in spell check on any written text, rofl.
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Oh My Word~
Oh I don't even know where to start
This is one Excellent piece and the imagery stunning:
Wow~ I was reading and wanting to swallow those words for they just grab also tug hard
You are so good at creative penning~
my jaw drops each time

Loved this!!!
These lines grabbed~
He was the muted cursive in a diary
Stride like a solider who ended thousands of lives
The blueberry firecracker of his eyes
Smoldered paper hats and Japanese fans
Wow!! Wow!!
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet One
Best wishes in the contest too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~


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Simply put...
If you have to explain it, you've let the victim live.
Did you miss me?
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this doesn't seem to be about love...
but all the same, its breathing taking and the imagery is amazing!
thanks for enterting
xx sky

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it's about learning to accept someone and their flaws and loving them for all the things that don't make them perfect.
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