De Nile~

~reshifting all those primal puzzle pieces one bent corner at a time~

I never knew

how much we

C

   L

      A

        S

          H

       E

D

until I tasted your scales

that one morning

that signified the beginning

of the

end

 

the

d

      r

       o

p

off point lasted only the moment

between the sound

of  your chest rising

and the nightmares that

l

e

a

k

e

d

through your clay pores

sweating narcotics

through my narcoleptic gauze

as I rinsed my hair in your muted colors

 

I have never been so dedicated

to self consumption

as to

F

   I

       L

           L

a hollow pot

with my most intimate colors

 

I learned

how

much

we

C

    L

        A

                   S

              H

         E

D

the day

I forgot

to wear

the lovely

M

             A

      S

K

you had found for me

 in the antique shop

by the river

(de) Nile

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

You've an amazing quality of relatable sadness. Knowing what this is about just makes me angry at the whole self sacrificial situation you've put yourself in. The poem itself is extraordinary yet again in the way you design every line and every thought flawlessly. You're perfection. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.


I learned

how

much

we

C

L

A

S

H

E

D

the day

I forgot

to wear

the lovely

M

A

S

K

you had found for me

in the antique shop

by the river

(de) Nile


I'll repeat it, Selene, you're PERFECTION.

[Kruppz]

Now this is something I can look up too. I like the last part about the 'mask'. Creativity at its peak :) Keep up the good work.

[Aidz]

Slide down the letters as they cascade willingly forming words to climb on

[asdarkeyesclose]

'l

e

a

k

e

d

through your clay pores

sweating narcotics

through my narcoleptic gauze

as I rinsed my hair in your muted colors'

this had a lovely simplicity to it, the words shaping the poetry like a sculpture carving marble. i loved the colour images in this and the openess of the styling. Stunning!

[Loki Ragna-rock]

Clash dismissed.

[Robin]

an origami orobouros ..

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The problem with many relationships is that people start out by not being themselves so the relationship fails when they finally show their true colors.

[Cafe Reader]

Incredible, visually stimulating poem, love. It's heart is bleeding.
):

I forgot

to wear

the lovely

M

A

S

K

you had found for me

in the antique shop

by the river

(de) Nile

[Rikkevi Rue]

if only one could REALLY afford the luxury of an inner self... or perhaps a better way to say it, is the person serving and catering for all those others in your life the same one who is the inner self? is anyone else ever really IN that inner sanctum-sanctorum?? Do they see it...? Or does one ever really LET them! Ah but if only one could share equally with all...if only all were deserving! But then, what game would there be if so? These are the kind of thoughts you stir into my literary soup with the long wooden witches spoon with which you write. If only you hadn't made being spellbound SO addictive...

[Bard Constantine]

As a master of both masks and denial, I understand this one all to well. We have our reasons for what we do, but ever so often we take that look in haunted eyes and wonder the worth vs. cost of our actions. Superbly written, but that's expected...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Fluid architecture, a straightforward message, beautifully done.

This is how you properly rework a theme in my opinion. You write so very well.