an April Tuesday comes
and eyes slip open,
embedded
in an absence of gravity
~
everything floats:
wishes
scatter
hope spins
moments turn past
the unreachable shapes of skin
over empty
~
and the vibration crawls
from a razor-touched sky,
full
of artless echoes and uneaten
dreams,
falls onto the careless earth
beneath each careful step
unfelt
in the mouth of numb
~
an unopened day
beckons lightly,
presses between untasted
ticks
as she measure the quiet
earthquake
as it tumbles around each crowded
blink
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A contest entry
- Raw and Gritty: by Randomly Beautiful.
500 points, ended May 11, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think (Critical Honesty Appreciated)
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Some people I just know. Even with an anonymous contest. Your style is so original and metaphoric. Thank you for this.
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I've had days like this. I just put one foot firmly in front of the other and plod on.
Paul
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Indeed raw, and unsettling.
K
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definitley raw, and the earthquake at the end adds more than enough grit.
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"artless echoes"
Not something you'll ever have to be worried about, my Friend...for your work is art~full & echoes infinitely. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie.
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