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.
I love it! ❤❤❤
ReplyDeletePhenom, dude. You've got mad skillz. And that image ... LOL ... is tight.
ReplyDelete"Venom star" is my favorite. Also "room-box."
Wow! I loved the "venom star" best too. And the "room-box".
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Shay!
ReplyDeleteBoth words and image togetherwith their inuendo were brilliant in this poem. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteYou made this form your b*tch!
ReplyDeleteHaha, 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.
ReplyDeleteSensual photo and poem. I loved the use of parenthetical phrases, along with the internal rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI really love this!
ReplyDeleteOoh, "the after-image of gorgeous damage" speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteVery well-penned.
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