by Liar
You really get inside the lives to an amazing degree with these simple words.
it seems like such a miraculous thing and in some ways maybe it is.
I love this phrase:
~wouldn't leak her defeat
from balconies
no more~
Plus you have the whole Romeo/Juliet balcony thing going on behind the scenes,
A delightful piece
Thank you
Wonderful images ("black cup and a purple thought", etc) and gravitational theme work beautifully together here draw this poem down to a single wet thought in the reader's palm. Outstanding work, Liar.
Newtonian moments, Einsteinian logic make for a wonderful poem. :clap clap:
If I had left you a comment when I had first read this poem, the mercury in my little thermometer might not have been so high. I have read this half a dozen times since you posted it, and each time liked it more. I especially enjoyed these lines:
"and the dot
of my green iris
found a flooded mirror"
Thank you for your poem. It's beautiful.
...would the serpent still have smiled? I liked this, Liar, because the images flowed nicely off my tongue, and my mind was engaged at the same time.
With the verses running from three to five lines, I had to ask, "Why didn't he make them all four lines long?"