to tell the truth would leave me naked
pressed squash-faced between plates of glass,
a specimen, exposed for inspection -
without a way to shut my eyes,
without a way to hide
then and there, one could
[if they chose to]
search these freeze-framed eyes,
beyond daily dance of dodge and deception
into the chronic well and swell of the gulf that engulfs -
the tender and cracked abyss of loneliness
the raw place where bones
knock against bones
knock against bones
a confession of such
will never leave these lips
instead it leaks & ekes
in bits and pieces
by way of ink
to form simple words
like these
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Wonderfully creative, filled with amazing imagery.
A most enjoyable read, what fasinating thought.
Splendidly written in vivid colour and taste.
Thanks for sharing, be blessed in all you do.
Tony
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Nice one
I thought this was really good, certainly unique (which I like) loved the image of the face squashed between plates of glass, the knocking bones, and the alliteration (another favourite of mine). Nice to see someone else adding little bits of rhyme to a free verse poem, I do it myself and always get criticised for it
good work,
well done,
Floorboards.
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secured secrets
I never fully understood the concept of confessional reveals. Once you share a 'truth, with others, they tend to judge and scorn, setting their selves as superior over you, because 'they at least, are not guilty of that thing which you have sought to be freed. IF, that truth has shackled you and punished you already, then perhaps you should write it upon a piece of paper and burn it, sending it to G*d.
However; you have well expressed the conflict we all share. I applaud.
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I love the way you created & controlled the flow, using rhyme, similiar words (gulf, engulf), alliteration and line breaks to great power. Few seem to have a grasp on that but I see it done very well here. Nakedness and poetry...harder to show the soul than the flesh.
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