The mountain, hip bone of earth, shoots down a dry, hot wind
Rattles the skeleton city, held together by a series of pins and plastic cartilage.
We hang refrigerators, like art, In our bedroom windows
Who rattle clumsy tunes, instrumentals, transposing the fever of a ragged daze.
Between sheets of sea, in our urchin shells, we carve coolness into the shape of ocean waves
And sleep with mountain ranges wrapped around each other.
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Wow, very cool! Thanks.
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Lovely words; intriguing photo. Very nice!
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Fantastic imagery, I love it!
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This is wonderful. Both the photograph as well as the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Love this, Elan: “Between sheets of sea… we carve coolness into the shape of ocean waves.” So abstract and yet, the picture you paint in my mind is so clear. The photo is intriguing also, looks like a stadium full of rocks… some on the 50-yard line, others in the nosebleed seats. 🙂
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Very imaginative poem with amazing imagery, Elan!
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Yes, that particular line changed a few times from non-abstract to abstract, back and forth and back and forth, but I felt the final version’s visual, emotional, and rhythmic strength would overcome its abstractness, delivering meanings to the reader. Thanks Joan
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Both the picture and the write-up compliment so well. Loved this piece 🙂
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Lovely words ❤️
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Dynamic poem. I love the photo’s evolving as I scroll down.
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I just love it a very intriguing rhythm to the words and I’ve never heard air conditioning explained so creativity
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“Rattles the skeleton city” I like that alot.
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wonderful poem!
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