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Click heregravity gives
connects two dots
never meant to merge
sometimes
leaning on the parapet
with a black cup
and a purple thought
a plop disappearing
a drop diluting
and another one
spread in my palm
if it looks like rain
and it feels like rain
but it tastes like
not rain
it might be the tears
of the girl
on the balcony above
gravity gave
connected
and the dot
of my green iris
found a flooded mirror
she didn't drink coffee
but took her tea
with two spoons of sugar
and three spoons of milk
and four hours later
she still loved him
but knew
she wouldn't crumble
wouldn't leak her defeat
from balconies
no more
her cinnamon muffins
can pull tears
from grown men
and she drops one
play catch
gravity gives
parapet to parapet
now and then
for my morning cup
like rain
...would the serpent still have smiled? I liked this, Liar, because the images flowed nicely off my tongue, and my mind was engaged at the same time.
With the verses running from three to five lines, I had to ask, "Why didn't he make them all four lines long?"
If I had left you a comment when I had first read this poem, the mercury in my little thermometer might not have been so high. I have read this half a dozen times since you posted it, and each time liked it more. I especially enjoyed these lines:
"and the dot
of my green iris
found a flooded mirror"
Thank you for your poem. It's beautiful.
Newtonian moments, Einsteinian logic make for a wonderful poem. :clap clap:
Wonderful images ("black cup and a purple thought", etc) and gravitational theme work beautifully together here draw this poem down to a single wet thought in the reader's palm. Outstanding work, Liar.
You really get inside the lives to an amazing degree with these simple words.
it seems like such a miraculous thing and in some ways maybe it is.
I love this phrase:
~wouldn't leak her defeat
from balconies
no more~
Plus you have the whole Romeo/Juliet balcony thing going on behind the scenes,
A delightful piece
Thank you