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Click hereI’m drawn
through transparent
smashed insect maps
into a room a large
crowd is slowly filling.
As each person enters,
another nerve
ending is exposed
revealing
the ability to fly.
Another person enters
the ceiling dissolves,
I take to the sky.
The sky takes me
into the motion of a hand
that had a way
of walking
louder than
the shape of an idea
posing as an angry wasp.
A big thank you to bluerains for all her help on the ending.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Bill sir, I really like the way you mislead--i insist on reading 'transparent insect traps', there's probably some obscure cognitive reason for it, but you hit on that great dylan thomas thing now and then in your writing...i'm a fan.
-joe
and your poem is good, very interesting images. I didn't quite follow all of them, but I have to read it a few more times to get a good feel for it. For example, I thought the image of the hand walking was odd (and made me think of "let your fingers do the walking"), but I loved the ending that follows it.
--Angeline
good bd...
work onthe gram. stuff a bit...but good! the point is good and the wording great! overall i love it..
**HUGS**
T
images...the last line could be worded to make the poem more mysterious..although it may take some thinking to achieve the magic...still it has a mystical wonderment...I enjoyed reading it..blue
Isn't "it's" a contraction for it is or it has? Sorry to be ever the nitpicker Mr.Bill but if you intended the possessive (as you seemed to) your poem should read "has seen its day."
I like the images here esp 'smashed insect maps'which is very suggestive, but think about not using ryhme, makes the poem sound a little forced