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A Poem by Marie Starr
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hmmm ... dunno, this is one of those poems I kind of like but never really feel like it works or it's done or something ... oh yeah, and i can't figure out a title ...

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In the winter of my 26th year

death crawled beyond my willing reach as

breathless collisions formed images of young girls tied to sand

as fresh air bled from their slightly open mouths

 

and I remember your mouth

wide with breath - your flesh warm with blood

your hands harsh with aching

 

as I crammed hate in cold lakes under thick mud

algae crusted ice and wet, wet fog

 

and plucked ignorance ripe and ready and somewhat heady

fresh from American orchards

 

I crave your reality - your softly scented skin

just for a day a minute an hour

see I can smell the world your in

but no matter how far I bend I just cant

reach it

© 2008 Marie Starr


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hmm vivid memories past trauma wanting what might have been ... hmmmm lots of creative tension wielded in your poem .. tho your closing verse is a positive thing as reader i am beleaguered by the algae and mud scents ... like trying to pull ones self from a bog ... and in your closing i get a glimpse of freshness but can not find sound purchase and remain struggling ...i read this a couple times and want to read again ...there is so much depth ..so well done says i!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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hmm vivid memories past trauma wanting what might have been ... hmmmm lots of creative tension wielded in your poem .. tho your closing verse is a positive thing as reader i am beleaguered by the algae and mud scents ... like trying to pull ones self from a bog ... and in your closing i get a glimpse of freshness but can not find sound purchase and remain struggling ...i read this a couple times and want to read again ...there is so much depth ..so well done says i!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh this is rich with meaning. it leaves me dreaming. I love the imagery, the flow...This is electric...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it too.. loaded with juicy metaphors ..
some escape me...but I am drawn in by them

seems almost a nostalgic ... "hater"-moment revisited
wanting to "be" someone
the photo evades me...

Normally I won't embarrass myself by attempting to disect a work that is over my head
do tell ...!

Blessssssssssss


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Marie Starr
Marie Starr

Rochester, NY



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Let's see ... a little bit about me ... I am a writer & artist & photographer & fool. I try to use my fractal focus and obsessive tendencies to illuminate the edges of invisibility. I can usually be f.. more..

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