Smidgens
If I could leave
This charm
Sitting alone
On a sidewalk
Waiting,
To be picked up
By an opportunist
I would feel guilty
With happiness.
The gem
I dug for, long ago
With help by
Ardent and Fervent,
My two younger brothers,
Placed
The polished jinx
Deep and burning
Within my purse.
Where it knocks
Against my leg
As I walk
I ask you to please
Pick up that rock
You see alone
On the curb.
Take all of my words
And leave me
Simple, unadorned
Capable of making
Eye contact
Without preconception
On the streets
Of the city
That has wilted me.
I write bad poetry, sometimes on purpose, so I can’t say anything but I like it. However, the magazine cover alone made this post worth my while.
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Thanks Deborah
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Elan, this is wonderful – so evocative – I can see the images you paint. What a treat finding your work!
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Thanks! I knew you’d explain! I will try to remember what it means.
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I see!
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Hanging there
innocent as you like
Notice that this changes the meaning of your line ever-so slightly. They go together, but they stand alone.
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Nice (enjambments) How do you do those?
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Haunting & exquisite.
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in love with this. Thank you for the follow ❤
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Intriguing poem. Great magazine cover.
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beautiful
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Sweet and succinct!
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In the SF area, ha! I shall go get lost this weekend down her mystical streets 😉
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I find them at a bookstore that makes its living selling old magazines. It’s called Cameron’s. I’m sure there must be something similar wherever you are.
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Love that cover! Please, tell me where to find those.
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I believe moonskittles is speaking about enjambments, which your poetry as well as mine contain.
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Could you give me an sample with this piece show me the lines?
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I’m the Editor of it;-)
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As if you were looking into my soul and wrote it for the me that was so long ago…loved it.
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The separation of a thought in different lines, to pace the reader’s reading and stress the tone.
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Enjoted it.
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Broken by Loss! Beautifully expressed.
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Destiny, unknown, hidden harmony!
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What do you mean by the broken verses?
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Superb
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This was simply terrific.
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You are welcome!
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Thank You
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Leave me simple, unadorned, and capable of making eye contact. Yes.
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“Ardent and Fervent” really made me smile.
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The broken verses, carry the imagery to a whole different level!!
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