Love this poem. Very evocative language.
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Wow ! This is one for the Keeper Files. You did it this time, you’ve touched a deep down spot.
Thanks for the Journey !
There’s a lot to this one. Thanks
Me like very much 🙂
Feels like science and magic had a fight, killed one another, and the funeral was pretty but depressing. I love this.
Interesting take on it.
Your imagery engages me. Lovely.
Reblogged this on HemmingPlay and commented:
the phrase “sun fed children” caught me, and then I fell in love with the rest of this one. Enjoy.
Those photos are haunting. . . they really add to the tone of the poem.
Great extended metaphor. And I agree with thestoryofblue about the photos…they are quite disconcerting – in a good way.
“The wilderness is young
Encircled by highways
And wormy blue rivers”
Lovely! I was just scrolling through your blog, barely scanning, but had to stop and reread this piece.
There’s a couple words used multiple times that you could probably replace with something more interesting, (dirt; circled/encircled; likeness; young), to sound more earthy and natural. Some of the word choice feels generic..but otherwise, I don’t have a critique 🙂
Thanks. Those words were used multiple times on purpose. They are connected. Poems aren’t just linear constructs. But, thanks. I always enjoy reading how people read.
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