have an opinion on which of my poetry is best, saddest, something to the superlative?
let me know. i'm really not fit to compile this list.
Nebulas and Continuums
Long movies at the back of her throat. Silent ones. In black and white. The dialogue of demons unheard. Yet obvious.
Nausea
Life is always ready to happen. That you are the vessel is irrelevant. Life will happen with or without our consent.
Conversations with Men
Silly girl, he said. You, with your eyes sewn to the back of your head. How do you see where you're going?
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suggestion from holly archer:
The Weight of Empty
It was a quiet rain in a loud storm. It was humble kind of sex. Like bitten nails. Half painted.
suggestions from flysamutha:
Year to Tinker With
He grew old overnight. I guess everyone does. Time puts us to bed with a thumb. Wakes us up with a fist.
Embalming
Time is agile and stubborn. Underwear still smelling of transient debates with touch. It says it knows, but I don't think it does.
Orla chooses:
Years to Tinker With
He grew old overnight. I guess everyone does. Time puts us to bed with a thumb. Wakes us up with a fist.
Weightless
Seasons at her back. The weather in long trenchcoats. Loosely covering her. Derisively letting in the cold. She breathes in long division.
Saturday
9/06/2008 11:03:00 PM
Of these three, Nausea seems as though it would probably have the broadest popular appeal. Conversations with Men is a real grabber. In a poem like Nebulas and Continuums especially you seem to be pushing against a frontier. Like Kafka, I want to say, using words to suggest things that remain out of reach.
There are so many great ones though. Striking turns of phrase in virtually every one. Years to Tinker With I find particularly memorable. Embalming, too. But naming them in particular seems almost unfair to others!
thanx for the input. so thorough too.
you know what i write better than i do.
will add your ideas to the list.
thank you for the help and the fresh perspective.
and of course, thanx for reading.
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