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
r
e
a
t
h
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Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 5:31 AM
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20 comments:

  1. Jae RoseMay 28, 2017 at 5:43 AM

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

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  2. signed...bkmMay 28, 2017 at 6:11 AM

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

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  3. humbirdMay 28, 2017 at 7:10 AM

    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. Rob JacksonMay 28, 2017 at 7:31 AM

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

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  5. indybevMay 28, 2017 at 7:32 AM

    Stunning words, uniquely presented.

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  6. Sumana RoyMay 28, 2017 at 7:33 AM

    so poignant...

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  7. annell4May 28, 2017 at 7:37 AM

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

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  8. AnonymousMay 28, 2017 at 7:49 AM

    Poor wee thing!

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyMay 28, 2017 at 8:08 AM

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

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  10. RommyMay 28, 2017 at 9:19 AM

    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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  11. colleenMay 28, 2017 at 9:38 AM

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

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  12. Magical Mystical TeacherMay 28, 2017 at 9:44 AM

    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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  13. brudbergMay 28, 2017 at 10:09 AM

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

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  14. Sanaa RizviMay 28, 2017 at 1:45 PM

    Such a powerful rendition!!

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  15. SuyashJMay 28, 2017 at 2:01 PM

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

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  16. AnonymousMay 28, 2017 at 4:04 PM

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

    Elizabeth

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  17. Wendy BourkeMay 28, 2017 at 4:25 PM

    An impactful piece rendered in a mesmerizing form.

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  18. AnonymousMay 28, 2017 at 5:43 PM

    Well constructed solace

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  19. Keith's RamblingsMay 29, 2017 at 2:54 AM

    What a sad little poem. Breathe.

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  20. Purba chakrabortyMay 29, 2017 at 5:06 AM

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

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