came out of shower
it's daylight now,
but washed miscarriage cycles
an hour without posture,
bureau over branches
delay(ered) on off shoulders…
looks ~ limbs for push ups
as thoughts need back
informing hold them
after arms swing only self
at chest in pectoral peck
with park back yard
milking confusion
children child
slipped collar becoming bone
that can't be buried but hangs
shadow scintillation not cancellation
until typed off row
from 3 eeeeeeeee;
darling, your little dear :
my man don't enumerate anger
speak baby again please --
don't give me shaken head syndrome snap to it that per se
Author notes
Prompt: the picture
http://designtu.deviantart.com/art/The-Lost-95135921
A contest entry
- lost - 100 words or less by AutumnGypsy.
1000 points, ended January 30, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please leave off good luck, unnatural emoticons, applause symbols...hypes
Comments
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Some feelings, sentiments, escape words; especially when deep seated and enduring.
I read an attempt to express loss of this nature through miscarriage. The words seem to have been brought to serve this purpose with a rigour, intensely pointed and well executed, whilst leaving much unsaid... which perhaps can't be?
Please forgive me if I'm misinterpreting, also if necessary for applauding such an intensely measured precision which comes across in your writing.
Sol
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I am not really sure I understood any of this, maybe you can explain how it fits the picture for me? Best to you in the contest
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