In the breath of an oceanic universe,
she remembers home.
Home: the translucent secret of yesterday,
broken and devoured
by a marble blue eternity.
You speak in liquid concrete,
bleeding poetry from
naked morning skies.
Your laughter lingers
like glass smiles
melting in the ghost
of a fever.
This blind god was born
with rotting hands.
Author notes
Just something short. I keep forgetting I have the honor of being one of your favorites...
A contest entry
- for the lovely's [favorites only] by girl shaman.
900 points, ended May 24, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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great write, but i am a stickler for flow and puncuation, i believe if you stripped this completely of any puncuation and used line breaks, indents to create a more fluid poem this would be fantastic.
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short! [i love you]
and the honor is mutual
as for the poem, there was a lot i saw in this, in fact i couldn't quit pin down the emotion but it was interesting to linger back to and figure out. the last line was harsh but honestly profound. i dig this thank you for entering love <3
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