she was all in favour
of diamond mining
ploughing the sky
for glitter
to stow in her pocket
she’d walk around
with the fuzz of it
like happiness
brushing her fingertips
but when love’s eyes
were downcast
breaching the moon
she was alone
and the stars
like used matches
hung unlit
written for Twiglet 296. "unlit"
thank you so much!! I so appreciate all your comments!! Writing hasn’t come easy these last 10 days for various reasons so to have you being so lovely is very reassuring and nice.
I know that dark. Well done.
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Thanks, Ron!
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“and the stars like used matches hung unlit”
Brilliant Worms! 👏👏👌👌😁😁
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Thank you, Ken!
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“stars
like used matches
hung unlit” I love that image
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Thanks Debi!
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You just play those words like Ebony and Ivory in perfect harmony, excellent!
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Many thanks, Ulle!
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Wow! what a great ending!!
and the stars
like used matches
hung unlit
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Thanks, Bob!
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An interesting piece with such beautiful words. Nicely done.
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Brilliant ending!
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Thank you!
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A feast of a poem!
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Many thanks!
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love the second stanza and the devastating collapse into the third —
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Thanks, John
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Just absolutely bloody gorgeous, Worms!
“she’d walk around
with the fuzz of it
like happiness”
and that last line “hung unlit” out at sea like that, so effective. The composition of the photo is also amazing.
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thank you so much!! I so appreciate all your comments!! Writing hasn’t come easy these last 10 days for various reasons so to have you being so lovely is very reassuring and nice.
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You’re most welcome. It’s simply true, Worms.
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