tomorrow,
I will eat the peels of
blood oranges
and stammer to myself in the
mirror
d-d-d-on’t
come any closer. I can’t bear
to be cross examined like
a witness under harshdark
candle light
with your teeth
touching the cold, dim
wisdom of my bones.
*
sometimes I am afraid
of words, questions, and
sometimes I lose hours
to ellipses and minutes
to your voice and
sometimes I forget
who I am
and words stick like
frozen molasses to my
damp, ragged
throat
*
today, the evening will set
and I’ll be lost in my
reflection, my every sad, old
pore
dusty and death-like.
night; moth-like
will smother me
in its gray blossoms while I,
alone,
will read your last letter
“do you know what it means
to wait beneath the goldenrod sky
and find not you, only
illusion?”
Author notes
Inspirations: painting, Noli me tangere
painting: The Arnolfini Wedding, Jan van Eyck
A contest entry
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1650 points, ended January 7, 50 entries
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your poetry is so, so beautiful...
i adore this.
absolutely. *sigh*
it has a direct and truthful feel while retaining the dream-like qualities we expect to find in poetry... excellent job
-cassidy
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Thank you so much... that is the effect I've been trying to achieve lately Hopefully it works a bit..
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ahhh this is GREAT! thank you so much for entering. and using latin... love it.
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Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.
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The metaphorical imagery you paint here is vivid and incredible. I see a range of emotions strung within it. Nicely written.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments
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