hours ago I wrote this now
I don’t know this
writing this crown begging
belief weighing empty
design a spindly flower
seeking sun from black pit’s floor
spindly flower seeking water
in desert stretching drowning
(a ghost won’t need) to touch
anything to touch
with hands confirm
I made this I was here
I was here
This week, Yeah Write offered the prompt, What weighs you down? Mulling that over, drafting this, sleeping on it, I realized that among other things, I was still processing Rowan’s essay.
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This is a wonderful response. I started with something but did not like it much, so refrained from adding it to the linky.
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I don’t know how it will go over–I never know–but I feel like it’s joining the conversation, one way or another. 🙂
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I’m taken with the subtle use of repetition. Even the repeating of “this” in the first stanza draws one through the poem.
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Thank you for saying that–this poem definitely started from a place of repetition, self-talk, self-chant.
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there’s something obsessive about the pace and repetition and I like how you played with time.
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Thank you, I did want a feeling of instability, at the very least. 🙂
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design a spindly flower… Ah, I really loved this entire piece!
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Thanks so much for saying that.
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That last stanza left me breathless. Stunning first line as well. I love the searching, delicate exploration of the emotions here. Just wonderful!
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Thank you for these heartening words. ❤
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