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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Crack






Crack 

oh it lay there - small neck
snapped - each tiny limb 
crimped on the stones 
oh it lay there 
it could just as easily 
been her hope-itself
still-in this season of
cold grass turning -
something lovely
overlapping 
dank dread 
the seep of 
soul as she 
prodded 
her-
self 
B
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20 comments:

  1. I love the atmosphere you have created here.. breathing can be hard at times

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  2. The crack as bone and earthly body - the need to breathe at any cost...bkm

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  3. what a poignant poem...metaphor to all..it's sometimes a teardrop a must for 'crack' to start to heal....blessings!

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  4. Really like how the crack seems quiet and yet dangerous, and how the words merge into the crack.

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  5. Stunning words, uniquely presented.

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  6. Oh! Nicely done...B r e a t h e.....

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  7. I love that closing: Breathe...........

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  8. This feels like the anatomy of a panic attack. The way the lines are snipped and shaped here, and especially the constriction (or is it an expansion in a different direction?) of the words into that sharp shape...really nicely done.

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  9. "Small neck snapped" really got me. And the dread of the seep.

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  10. I wonder if the crack will widen or heal itself as the breathing continues. I wonder, but do not have an answer.

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  11. I can see how that poor thing laying there... and that constriction making breathing hard.

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  12. I love the form! and the reminder to breathe as well

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  13. To continue to breathe might be the greatest challenge of all...wonderful completion,

    Elizabeth

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  14. An impactful piece rendered in a mesmerizing form.

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  15. I loved the way you ended the poem. Inspiring indeed.

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