Excellent. The staccato rhythm, at least as I read it, had the effect of building anxiety/tension within me. So interesting how words can have such power (even velvety ones, I suppose). Again, well done.
Everyone is crazy, but like ocean waves. Sometimes the crazies amplify each other and erode the land; sometimes the crazies cancel each other out, leading to calm, still water. With fish in it. Mmmm, fish.
Like spinning around looking up at a broomstick for a minute or three, to then drop it to the ground and trying to jump over it immediately as a crowd watches on, observe, laughing, pointing, objectifying, as we crash, stumble, struggle, lack control, balance, forethought, as we fall, sit in the dirt with dust in flight all about us.
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“Velvet death”, huh? Yes, through my many trials and tribulations I, too, have learned everyone is crazy. But, some of us more than others.
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This is beautifully powerful… Gorgeous picture!! ~ Jen
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Excellent. The staccato rhythm, at least as I read it, had the effect of building anxiety/tension within me. So interesting how words can have such power (even velvety ones, I suppose). Again, well done.
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From the very private to the very public.
Great poem!
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‘each betrayal flaunts its noose’ … very nice line. 🙂
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Everyone is crazy, but like ocean waves. Sometimes the crazies amplify each other and erode the land; sometimes the crazies cancel each other out, leading to calm, still water. With fish in it. Mmmm, fish.
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“Inside all of us… is a wild thing.”
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Like spinning around looking up at a broomstick for a minute or three, to then drop it to the ground and trying to jump over it immediately as a crowd watches on, observe, laughing, pointing, objectifying, as we crash, stumble, struggle, lack control, balance, forethought, as we fall, sit in the dirt with dust in flight all about us.
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Crazy can be fun and happy…
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