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Click hereShe is not the apple,
and she is not the stem.
She is the dashed umber curl of leaf
managed to grow up out of the core,
clutching at it. Grotesque strand.
Crumpled thumb
spit out for a hitchhike.
How did I miss this? Love spit out for a hitchhike. I don't so much like the uneasy transition between lines 3 and 4 but I see why you did that. Reading more of your work now.
Yer mind, Blue, is illuminated. I lost myself in those lines a reflective while. From dirt grows the sweetest rose. I love you(I think someone slipped me an e)MANCELT.
<br>In a culture gone made with bigger and better, this expression of dogged indifference to the star-system is to be hailed and celebrated.
smart and concise. the final line left me wanting something else. not necessarily in length, just maybe different wording. but each individual line carried weight behind it and none of your words felt gratuitous. your poem is well plotted, with purpose. thanks for the read.
Truely excellent! Each line is clear and good by itself, but the whole blends them together to make a great. Thanks.
I love smartly written poetry. This piece will be mentioned in the new poems review thread. Thanks for sharing. :)