Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

In A Room-Box

In a room-box with unmade bed, you bloomed
(in time, ajar)
In a room-box with night-sign light, you bloomed
(a venom star)
On the wall, shadow of your swaying head
(crepuscular)
Your odd gift of what is shown, then vanished,
In after-image of gorgeous damage. 
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for Fussy Little Forms--cavatina.

10 comments:

  1. Phenom, dude. You've got mad skillz. And that image ... LOL ... is tight.

    "Venom star" is my favorite. Also "room-box."

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  2. Wow! I loved the "venom star" best too. And the "room-box".

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  3. Both words and image togetherwith their inuendo were brilliant in this poem. I loved it.

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  4. Haha, agree with Kerry, 100% and this evokes so many different things... for me, pulls a bunch of different images to the forefront. Like that shadow-snapshot remaining on a wall in the room-box.

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  5. Sensual photo and poem. I loved the use of parenthetical phrases, along with the internal rhyme.

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  6. Ooh, "the after-image of gorgeous damage" speaks to me.
    Very well-penned.
    -HA

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