poetry thrashes against sky
like wings caught at windows.
you’d think i’d forget
all this when i can’t hear
your song through glass
but your echo bubbles
away at my beating inside.
i want to pour out
all over again
until my words
are puddles in grass
becoming risen.
empty felt so safe.
so I’ll spin
until
my arms blur black
to escape this rattling whir of sky.
A contest entry
- it leans on me like a rootless tree - quickie by Matt E. Smith.
1000 points, ended July 7, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ...Help me by Mokashi Senyu.
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critique please.
Comments
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a very interesting idea about how one can come up with thoughts
using sound not a song to keep their mind open
good ideas
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this is really good, loved the imagery you created here
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Brilliant! Loved the imagery, the idea of emptiness as catharsis... and the ending is fantastic.
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