(i) the moon with patina of mushroom skin premieres in a stodgy sky she’s shrouded in the feathers of candles’ breezy death. (ii) imagine if one galaxy were a grapefruit: dimpled skin and the mirrored arching through soft amber caverns what colour is the sun? (iii) a pomegranate between the flesh-white stars disguises itself as fat raspberries (iv) in glass fronted cabinet grandma’s silver five decades of polish smeared to sickly blue my mouldy face upside-down in the soup ladle
Still Life with Night Sky
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Brilliant, and that last stanza is awesome! 👏👏
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merci! much obliged!
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De rien!
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Wow. I think I could quote every line as my favorite. This is really, really good.
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Thanks so much, Bob!
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Your use of fruit terms worked brilliantly in this poem, Worms.
-David
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Thanks!
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a quartet of affective apercus: I found the fourth most interesting, that image of you hard to forget —
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thanks John. 🙂
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when you expose your vulnerability, the poetry be comes more interesting; it can be overdone, of course, but you temper exposure with restraint —
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