In the purest white there is
a little bite of blue;
in every mother's running red,
a virgin girl who knew.
She said that I could not be his.
Learning the lie was real,
I took it to be true and I
refused, and will not heal.
9/1/08
In the purest white there is a little bite of blue; in every mother's running red, a virgin girl who knew. She said that I could not be his. Learning the lie was real, I took it to be true and I refused, and will not heal. 9/1/08 |
Author's Comments
No one's a virgin - life screws us all. At least I get to play with color and symbolism in my poetry!
this is for `SparrowSong's workshop with *Writers-Workshop on sound devices. ETA: I changed it! What do you all think? |
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Comments
a little bite of blue." It is a very strong beginning with it's vivid imagery.
I cannot say that I fully understand the rest of the poem, although I do see that it's about heartbreak. Because you only share a piece of the story, I feel like I'm listening to a secretive friend trying to explain a complicated feeling/situation to me. It as if you are holding back...Which makes it difficult to fully comprehend. But, if that's what you're going for, it works well in this piece.
The flow of the words are beautiful, by the way. I don't want you to think that just because I didn't fully understand the story that I didn't enjoy reading this. I did.
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may i just say 'wow' and collapse into a drooling envious heap?
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The Poetry.. That comes from the squaring off between.. And the circling is worth it.. Finding beauty in the dissonance.. -Tool
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I would also like to read a completed version, seeing as this is submitted in your scraps.
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