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A Poem By Madeline // 6/8/2019

close my eyes
so the bridge from
my nose
to
yours
subsides
all these,
tides, changing tides
uproot
it
what grew
between us
now dies
hi
whispered words
so warm
to dissolve
my ice
the black kind
that you don't know
exists
until your
tires
—when you'd been
so sure
you were fine—
start to skid
and I lift
my fingers
to find
that fabric at your neck
and press
where
your pulse
soft heartbeat
the center of you
resides
and push back
with a laugh
for it's always too soon

Comments

WOW. First of all, hi! It's

WOW.
First of all, hi! It's been a while! Hope you've been well!
Secondly, I'm in love with the timing and rhythm of this poem. It's all so so so pleasing and fun to read!
And thirdly, YOUR USE OF BLACK ICE. I didn't see that coming! So beautiful.

Madalyn Clare | Sun, 06/09/2019

Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!

You blow me away as usual,

You blow me away as usual, girl. I love how your poems often sound abstract on the first go, the beautiful little tastes of fragmentary images still coming together to form strong feelings and impressions in my mind, and then on the second read I "get" it. Thanks for always giving an exciting journey to readers...
I got shivers here:
"and I lift
my fingers
to find
that fabric at your neck
and press
where
your pulse
soft heartbeat
the center of you
resides"
And I loved the use of "bridge."
The only thing I'm puzzling over is the final line, but maybe that's the personal element that we aren't supposed to understand... so I'll smother my curiosity haha.
<3

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 06/14/2019

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