NaPoWriMo#30, prompt- A minimalistic poem
what is that throbbing between my cheeks?
a poetry fallen so perfectly.
a hue of colors.
Quiet, quiet, quiet,
it delivers spring and autumn,
a convex point of life and death,
slipping between my things now.
listen to it,
a wound of loss.
a gratitude of survival,
it’s the conversation happening between poetry and my nude body.
A life of ink stained walls,
residing, dying along with my eyelids.
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Glorious crafting. Very well done.
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Oh thankyou, Bill๐๐
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My pleasure.
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a convex point of life and death, of beauty and pain, lovely!
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Yes, everything I guess.
Thanks for the read.
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that “everything” being poetry
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Yes!!:)
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“…itโs the conversation happening between poetry and my nude body.”
Great, great line. Incredibly relatable xx
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Hey, thanks a lot.
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No problem. ๐
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Very nice poem.
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Thank you.
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Your welcome.
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Amazing!
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Beautifully articulated ๐ฏ
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So powerful, I especially liked ‘a life of ink stained walls’
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Means a lot. ๐
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So does your poem, so thank you xx
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How kind!
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Nice
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Thanks.
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No problem at all
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Awesome piece
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Close my eyes. Deep Breath. Beautiful.
Wound of Loss
Gratitude of survival
Just truly beautiful beginning to end!
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Hey hey! Thankyou sweetheart.
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Beautiful – stained walls – so beautifully put
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This is us. This is what poetry leaves us with. Waterstained by its remnants.
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