The evidence of this
patchwork existence
is caught,
frozen like a snapshot
on black and white film,
in grainy detail.
It occurs to me
that this photographic invention
is reminiscent
of my dream kissing your nightmare
and the pornography of it all
that scarred my vivid vision
of what love was supposed to be.
Madness echoes in silence,
closing my wounds
with petal like stitches
and I am not surprised
by the whirlpool of memories
singing of theoretical
happy endings in the darkness
while I am
wishing upon a midnight star
for a plane ticket home.
Author notes
My life is much different than it was at this time, last year.
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Comments
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I liked several parts of this piece, "my dream kissing your nightmare" and "petal like stitches" are two of them.
I liked the whole idea of it too, nostalgia captured as if on a photo. I mean of course the whole reason behind photos anyway is nostalgia. But I think you brought that whole issue to a new personal level here.
The only part I thought could have been a little stronger was the ending two lines. The descriptions were quite average in comparison to the rest (like the ones I've pointed out,) maybe something more unique than the idea of "wishing on a star" and "plane ticket" is needed to give the ending justice? I don't know, maybe it's just how I've read it...but I was expecting something with more of a kick that's all.
Great job though. Wonderful creative images in this.
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Wonderful. I'm a slut for sentiment, and I also like to dwell on the past, so.
You're a wonderful poet.
Much love
J
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