Paperlike

Paperlike

A Poem by Mary Ann M.

 

Then her transiency flutters
 like a moth on a flame or her lips,
 the first time she tasted strawberry

sweet,
 lingering, 
 gluttonous.

Slowly as her forethought weakens
 and touches the gentleness
 on the other side, she is to remember.
   
And her iris, 
 a sunset.

She would never ask for a path
 back to her fleeting clockwork, 
 not in this moment of

perfect
 unanimity.

 

© 2013 Mary Ann M.


Author's Note

Mary Ann M.

“After all, how often do we get a second chance?” ― Jay Asher


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i think this is a beautiful poem...she can't retrieve what has passed but the memories flutter like a moth on a flame...the lips tasting strawberry...

great analogies..

the word "prospicience" is a wonderful word, but it feels too forced here...too much of a mouthful in an otherwise smooth line, and overal smooth poem...draws too much attention, in my eye...

but then i am only one reader...so take it as you will..

i like the poem a lot.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

I would never have realized prospicience is a big word had you not mentioned it. Thank you, Jacob. I.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

like i said..it is a great word...but just seems to draw too much attention where it is placed..
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This just glides down the page... I can read over and over again... getting a feel to the point as if the wonder of it all goes through the reader...

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Glen.
prospicience? ...was this the ending word? or placed elsewhere...I am reading this after the change has been made- and I see proper emotion for it's placement in a couple areas...but what a write is of my feelings received in the Piece I see here: it floats gently-with the touch of sadness reflection can give--no matter how determined one feels in bettering tomorrow...once light is known to one (in this case strawberries-the taste in life) it is unfathomable that desire for it should dwindle...we change and adapt our dreams to fit the path we find ourselves thrust upon...(survival of the heart-self)but always there is the memory of what's behind us...so soft in it's fragile Beauty Your words felt as a true tear drop...the pauses and layout help bring that effect-but Your words the true Master---Painted Beauty Maryanne

Posted 6 Years Ago


Souladareatease

6 Years Ago

;) You Might Be right about that---though skill of speaking with and from it is Craft-practice as we.. read more
Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Exactly!

should be 'in harmony with nature.'

Souladareatease

6 Years Ago

Indeed ;) ;D
For some reason, this piece spoke to me of a near parting time. The way you weave words is always fascinating maryanne and more than that i am learning new words every time i read your work ( First time i read this, i saw the word 'prospicience." i had to look its meaning and now you've changed it).

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Sometimes, you just unexpectedly come along and surprise me with your acuity:) Right on, Gab. And of.. read more
Some memories fade away, some remains that still lingers.

Beautiful poetry. The cutting of lines/placements are well done. I like the choices of word except for one : prospicience is a hard word, destroying the mellifluous flow of the poem. Other than that, the diction is perfect specifically the first stanza. Beautiful poetry, M&M.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Okay, Jacob and Brooke said the same thing so I changed it:) Thank you for telling me so, Belle:)
This is a boundless expression of beautiful language. I like the concept of the piece, but I was lost in the words--happily lost. You manage to weave your imagery in a way that is surreal and sublime at the same time. Fascinating write.

And her iris,
a sunset. -- great lines

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Thank you greatly, Sarah.
There is a unique delicacy in this poem, Maryanne. It seems to be constructed of a fleeting moment passing the reader by. There's a soft transitional wave that carries the reader to a nostalgic glass of crystal. I feel as though I'm looking through that glass to this one, shining moment in time, suspended for but an instant, until it diminishes forever. The imagery is purely excellent. Perhaps, however, Jacob is correct in his opinion of some of the terms. I feel as though you do not really want to take away from the idea of a death that is fleeting. For instance, I am not exactly sure how this individual has become a part of unanimity, quite yet. I find myself wondering whether or not this is the first image that a person is blessed with in the after life? While it is apparent that this person has no regrets about dying, perhaps she is not really able to see unanimity yet- perhaps a gentle peace, or serene conscience overwhelms one. Maybe this is what obliterates regret? This is my individual perspective. I will study this piece in greater depth.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Still thrilled that you really took time to delve into the intended meaning of this piece like the f.. read more
There is a real sense of fading for me here, like those memories she has are strips of paper being carried away in the wind. I think for that reason, my favorite stanza was the opening one. You're simile makes a great comparison and recalls that taste. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

I like your take on this, Christian:) Thank you for reading.
Clockwork

6 Years Ago

You're welcome
Wonderful composition Maryanne..


Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Thanks, Talal!
well chosen and strategically placed words, combined with the illusion of gorgeous imagery make this a scintillating and engaging write!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words, quin:)
Reading this is like seeing the translucent beauty of your heart by way of candlelight.


Posted 6 Years Ago


Mary Ann M.

6 Years Ago

That's very kind of you, Cowboy. Thank you:)

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