Typing to the end of the page
Half inked letters
Ribboned metal to paper
Swinging little trebuchets
¤
I love you
She says in her dreams
Carriage return
Playing lettered keys like d'ivoire
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Transparent pulp
Felt deep with eyes closed
Shaped with hard black lines
Aide-mémoire for shiny new love
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The space bar lay still
Horizontal hesitation
Paper finger holding each word
Un point c’est tout
12 comments:
Sad, but beautiful - I see the writer staring at his own scene of romance, uncertain, yet engaged, trying to make each word a gem...lovely work.
Great writing here. Always love to see mention of a trebuchet!
very strong poem- loved the space bar :)
smiles. great tension in wanting to love and let it be real...
You had me at trebuchet...so nice - cool imagery.
The epitome of why I follow you. I wish I could do that. xx
The emptiness of the soul through shown through creation on a type writer. Good stuff. RS
A third the way in, I was like who is this girl? (Not meant diminutively.) "Horizontal hesitation" my god, I wish I could write like that.
Good writing here and very evocative... liked the use of your words...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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elegant word flow..
the imagery is breath taking.
Gem-like work - wonderful, sparse imagery, blah blah blah. Loved these brief works.
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