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precious...


Bronze skin
amber red stage lights,
recalled
dripped honey and sunshine,

suddenly  distant
from everything except beauty and song

Her hoarse voice
smoothed low tones
thinned carving peaks
reaching for more, to pound refrains

engulfed, feeling rare allure

yet so common

underneath everything  is our frailty,
flaws we love
that we’d rather hold
than let the world change,

cracks in our liberty bell facades,
that make us unique and precious






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  • charcoal
    February 24
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    you made me understand something.

  • tara wilson gold member
    February 24
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    i love this...


  • Nicolette gold member
    February 22

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    beautiful poetry... such depth here. you do understand this thing called "human", PK.

    ~Nicolette


  • Andrew Norris
    February 21

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    Yes, that line 'underneath..' is charming and honestly revealing. I like, particularly, the 3 four line stanzas. Each touch on a particular sensation, colours and tastes, sounds and then emotions and our vulnerability. Then these are all beautifully tied together by the seemingly random, but well crafted, additional lines. Nice one!

  • Rowan gold member
    February 21

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    What would we be without our imperfections?
    Loved this;
    'underneath everything is our frailty,
    flaws we love
    that we’d rather hold
    than let the world change, '
    brilliant.


  • Mari Goes gold member
    February 21

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    Makes me think of Nina Simone, and her voice so unique.
    Excellent verses, I specially like the last two stanzas.
    You show imageries so well Howard, another visual poem

    • Peteskid gold member
      February 21

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      thank you Mari-
      Yes...Nina would fit the idea here really well, a few others too, when we begin to admire the imperfections that make them perfect...h


  • ten thousand cicadas gold member
    February 20

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    So, I'm loving this. I love the identification with the music, the singer. The way you described her voice and connection it brought were totally palpable. Really excellent. Also, that giant dose of QW a the end...what a terrific realization, to embrace imperfections...really, its what make each of us interesting. Who needs a cookie cutter world, hmmm?

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