Classroom and Coils

Apr 28, 2003 09:52

Two Poems. )

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trascendenza December 14 2006, 20:24:14 UTC
These are both lovely. I especially like Coils; the flow of metaphors and imagery works so well.

My favorite lines:

Eight years old and the asphalt is liquid hot

Salted tongue, no water

I want home, summer, cut grass smell
crisp on the insides of my nostrils

Velvet flesh wrapping granite sensibilities,
Like silken coils tensing around a poison intention.

Her startling strike snaps against my own body,

These two poems have a nice weight to them. That probably sounds weird, but it's like the way you lay them out, the cadence that goes along with reading them is not rushed, not fast, it's forced to slow down and take in the meaning and the ideas that come up. Again, lovely work ^_^

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