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A Poem by +she plays with matches+



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Dead buds on these limbs to bring forth a malice spring
bleached blossoms become a whiter shade of guilty red
                made heavy from the owl that landed in broken flight
my invisible noose to hang the sun that frames thy head.



This "nothing" is a place of placid belief with stale breath
cold bark decays and renews, like the shedding of sin
             soft cries billow forth, from a widow that mourns her lover
an amnesia fills the sky; forgetting when and how to begin.



Esoteric branches that touch the hallowed questioning
a perch for the soulless that seek asylum from the storm
            the bow breaks, another cradle will rock.....watch it fall
land softly, rain shatters like glass, my blood is lukewarm.







© 2014 +she plays with matches+



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Nature and life's renewal. So beautiful the words you created here. I read the most beautiful things in your poetry. I find myself with this one just in awe. I have to agree with the others here, your imagery is always fantastic. I love the journey. Thank you.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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This is such a deep piece, full of emotion and meaning. everything about this poem flows right down to the font and layout. It Is an amazing piece of poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Now, this is very deep. I would give a long interpretation of what I believe this poem is portraying, but I'm a bit tired at the moment. I feel the lack of a title plays to contribute to the cryptic nature of this poem. The concept of sin and nature blend very nicely together. This is a wonderful read!

Posted 1 Year Ago


A poem with openings into colorful places always causes me to tingle and linger and laugh. I'm not unwilling to share my hidden places with someone who knows how to paint. Thrilled I stopped by and wrote this, meaning I liked what I saw.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

+she plays with matches+

4 Years Ago

thank you. :))
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I love your use of font size and position, the poem looks amazing visually, evoking a subconscious flow of smoke or winding branches, as you read-- and the power of ending and beginning with something small-- it's like the softest words are made the most powerful-- I love it. And your imagery. Wow. I've seen conflicting images used as a device before, but I've never seen it done so powerfully and artfully. "malice spring" "noose to hang the sun" "blood is lukewarm" AWESOME. really awesome. And i love that you used the ....... to signal the significance of the title/titlelessness of the piece. This is really amazing

one question: did you mean to break "to" in the first sentence into two font sizes?

also, less of a suggestion than musing, but I wondered about the ending. The words are powerful and decisive-- the cradle breaking and shattering like glass signals a closure of sorts, but it's in the context of such powerful imagery throughout. As well, the rhythmic visual and verbal structure of the poem kept me waiting for the next swing of the pendulum. I would have expected you to end the poem asymetrically, with some sort of solitary moment like a verbal period or a doorstop, but you didn't go that route. I'm wondering if the reason you did that was to leave the reader in the limbo-like indeterminacy of the titular Untitled...... or if you just happened to want to end it symmetrically instead of asymmetrically.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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4 Years Ago

I'm glad this poem amuses you...but I cannot give a good answer to any of your questions. I wrote th.. read more
Bradley Darewood

4 Years Ago

This poem is truly amazing! You really tapped into something here. You clearly had a good connection.. read more
The first and last stanza's/paragraphs exhibit a tango of duality. Imagery well blended with allegory and concept. Tasty stuff.

The middle stanza/paragraph is a somber sketch of feeling and actions. Again, all told through sonorous imagery.

In a word, artistic.

beautiful work.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

magnificent..so powerful in its form - you are one of the greats when it comes to word choice and placement.

why untitled though? one name that came to me was 'nevergreen'

isnt that childrens rhyme strange - the cradle will fall...poor thing!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, you blew me away with this one. Amazing write. I loved it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh how this is my kind of writing. I can feel this one! Nice.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

even without a title this poem holds one within a visual grasp, reading slowly one can find that emotional turmoil, sadness, and the loss of a will to live...

an amnesia fills the sky; forgetting when and how to begin...


nice work, pretty....

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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