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Love Poems
We say (we like to think)...
until next time,
though a good-bye is a good-bye.
These silly attachments, they drive us
off cliffs:
In those critical moments we hesitate
before we jump with butterfly wings
into old love poems:
We absorb every bit of their grace,
a weight that now, only crushes
when they come to life again.
until next time,
though a good-bye is a good-bye.
These silly attachments, they drive us
off cliffs:
In those critical moments we hesitate
before we jump with butterfly wings
into old love poems:
We absorb every bit of their grace,
a weight that now, only crushes
when they come to life again.
Published 5th Dec 2014
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6th Dec 2014 9:32am
The weight of memories is insanely undeniable ... And as you've penned they can pull you right off a cliff ... But why is it we poets call it flying?
Love this piece Matt.
Love this piece Matt.
6th Dec 2014 3:00pm
6th Dec 2014 3:49pm
for a hu'man to fly may just be
falling
in a fatal
trajectory
(direction?)
&
chronic
6th Dec 2014 4:06pm
Loved the structure of the poem..n ur poetic tone always takes a mature upper hand over the lang n other factors. Good to see the forgotten punctuations, esp the colon creating sorta timescroll n elaborating effect. Off-cliff n absorbing moments sure, the title. Tq fr the read:)
7th Dec 2014 6:14pm
