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Pinwheel
So it descends.
The sadness settles,
a cloak I don't want
reminding me that without it
I'd be numb inside as out.
My memories flicker
in reverse
and I'm stuck
still
on the final months.
I can't see past,
back to better days.
A wall of clocks
couldn't tick the time
away fast enough.
I still wake at night,
escaping the yard time
when my mind
goes round and round
her last breath.
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Re: Pinwheel
Anonymous
18th Jan 2014 9:34pm
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Re: Pinwheel
19th Jan 2014 3:06am
Revolving thoughts I believe...Most of the time is our past who make them spin. (At least in my case)
Awesome literature atakti.
Awesome literature atakti.
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20th Jan 2014 7:34pm
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Great write
very very well written
last stanza is a tear jerking wall puncher
oh, and great title for this piece.
very very well written
last stanza is a tear jerking wall puncher
oh, and great title for this piece.
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20th Jan 2014 7:35pm
Re: Pinwheel
Anonymous
19th Jan 2014 4:37am
I really like the first verse, which very subtly conveys the catharsis of looking sad; or, more precisely, how we neglect our appearances until we end up looking like we're in a cloak of sadness. This is a dark, subtle poem. That "her" isn't mentioned until the last line is a very effective device; it brings clarity to the poem with sudden, shattering effect.
My biggest concern would be that, to the casual reader, this poem might be a little vague. I, as your friend, know something about the subject matter, but if I didn't already have that knowledge I could have been left confused. Still, that confusion needn't have been a bad thing... Going back to that last line, not knowing might have made it even more striking. These are just my thoughts. Forgive me if they're rambling and useless!
My biggest concern would be that, to the casual reader, this poem might be a little vague. I, as your friend, know something about the subject matter, but if I didn't already have that knowledge I could have been left confused. Still, that confusion needn't have been a bad thing... Going back to that last line, not knowing might have made it even more striking. These are just my thoughts. Forgive me if they're rambling and useless!
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20th Jan 2014 7:37pm
Thank you, very much, Jenkin, for the in-depth look at this. You're right, of course, only the last her explains it all. I realized that but decided to go with it, figuring it held enough melancholy as it is.
I didn't mean to make the twist, but it's there, and I'm glad for it now...
Thanks.
I didn't mean to make the twist, but it's there, and I'm glad for it now...
Thanks.
Re: Pinwheel
19th Jan 2014 11:18am
Such an outstanding ink, n too much like how I've felt
many times... Bravo on this excellence my friend
many times... Bravo on this excellence my friend
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20th Jan 2014 7:38pm
So sorry you can relate, Poetik, but I suppose sooner or later, we all can...
Thank you.
Thank you.
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Anonymous
19th Jan 2014 11:25am
You most likely did not mean it that way, but i couldnt help thinking of an embryo in the mothers womb, floating safe within....
strong write!
strong write!
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20th Jan 2014 7:44pm
Mourganna, you must have a touch of psychic - I wonder sometimes. Although, this time, the clue has led you in the opposite direction, for it's about the death of a mother, not the birth of a child. It's the loss of safety...
Thank you.
Thank you.
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Anonymous
20th Jan 2014 2:18pm
steek mi poeitess luvlee wryte Rm
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