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.

[Crow]

I enjoyed the periodic word style, as well as the intended truths we at some point must all recognize when the mask is removed...realization of self.

[Reese38]

Refined literary artistry. You hit a deep nerve with this poem, Selene.

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

[EMF]

Absolutley wonderfully dark. Terrific wordplay and theme. A sheer hidden pleasure to read, even though it speaks of isolation in love. You have captured a state so many have known, though I wouldn't wish it on anyone. A stunning write, with images that will stay with me a long time.

[.]

God ...this is my life..interesting concept which flows nicely giving emphasis where needed..of course your pain has a sarcastic thread..but anything else wouldn't have been you..

[Muse]

You paint an ugly picture of denile made lovely by a antique mask. The word play used in this poem is impressive...the metaphors I love, it all leaves me going wtf? That's why I enjoy reading you so. :)

[Liza]

Wow! this is deep! (de) Nile! the stream just kept dripping
i'm just in awe of your visions and follow thru with this piece

[Ed Hart]

fortunately, it's now the stuff of poetry...i don't think you swim in denial about anything...you're the most wide awake and bright-eyed girl i know...so there

[SkinlessFrank]

I think these sensations hit too close to home for many of us. I had to pause several times and recover.

until I tasted your scales
that one morning
that signified the beginning
of the
end

Boy, how those revelations of disgust still hang like rotten meat in he depths of our consciousness.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love the way your blended your lines with the intriguing dropping words. As always, your knack of worming beneath the surface of relationships to find what is rotten in the core is second to none.