Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Fauna Lost Her Ears
You are circling, circling
High above us
In partial slivers of light.
You have lost your chariot
And are so silent.
Sing to me Selene, though
The music doesn’t sound the same.
It doesn’t reverberate
As it once did.
It trails off into nothing.
Now, is a time of faces.
Maybe, it doesn’t matter, for
We are all writing love into corners.
Lyrics have the fates repeating
An endless, victorious tragedy.
Our bodies hold no melody.
I have no bones,
Easily trampled upon
Playing among ferns
In the shrinking forest.
If only I could hear your voice
Once more, my love.
I know that’s what you’re trying to do
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Elan Mudrow 
So beautifully said and so true:
now, is a time of faces.
Maybe, it doesn’t matter, for
We are all writing love into corners.
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“now is a time for faces.” I love that I don’t know what you mean. I love this poem, the nature metaphors, the music of it. And as I am writing this I think I get the meaning, a time of faces, beauty, skin deep reality as opposed to the depth of your connection. Mahalo for following me too. Poets gotta stick together.
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That’s always the case, even in any tragedy. But you have to look for the good sometimes!
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This poem is a beauty. I love the feeling of dark that you’ve written about in it. The fact that even though pain is bitter, it is way closer to our hearts than joy.
I can see so many things in this piece. Beautiful. 🙂
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Wistful and lovely. Your images are just off stage from the everyday.
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So much lost, but there is a gain…?
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Your poetry is so deep. So much lost in this poem. I have wished to hear my love’s voice, and it drove me nuts. To be cut off from someone without explanation is the worst. To hear the music again, is the best.
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So sad.
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Loved it! Love the imageries. Love the fluidity. And your presentations of emotions..I thoroughly enjoyed your posting.
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This is really awesome. A beautiful new myth unfolding word by word. And the image pairs so nicely. Bravo!
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Havoc done to nature ,irreparable
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I thoroughly enjoyed the fabulous mythical and mystical air about this and the love in such a dream like setting.
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Unequivocally, yes.
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I like it…particularly writing love into corners 🙂
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Lost love? Death of a loved one? The “sparkle” you saw in someone at one time has worn off? I read so much in this poem…probably too much, but I like it. Mystical.
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beautiful music painted in the canvas of my soul. love this piece.
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