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Cordelia
Cordelia
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all the rocks
insistent in their geology
couldn’t be still enough

to buoy my being
when your smile
slips off my shoulders

and tickles in tendrils
eroding with insist

pull the alarm
and sound
for the majesty
of darkened entwine

lifting until scream
pushing until ahhhh
and never letting
silent knowledge of my love

fracture

Cordelia
Cordelia
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
Ooops

That was supposed to be 100% Sorry about that. I really DID like it!

Thesandman

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
I enjoyed this...

Very well done, and heartfelt. Thank you.

I remain, Thesandman

YDDYDDabout 20 years ago
Do rocks bouy or just bear?

"Buoy my being" is a fine phrase and image.

The first three stanzas use alliteration nicely.

I like the first half of the poem quite a bit.

The second half gives me problems in following your thought

and connecting it strongly with the opening.

And it is a harsher read since you have avoided similar sounds.

I would guess that this was a purposeful choice.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 20 years ago
italics

One tiny suggestion: try ahhh in italics. I think it may work better.

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 20 years ago
Moh's Scale of Hardness

convection current

of molten magma

moves these plates

your way

damn, geology will never be the same

Miss Cordelia, mistress of the word

I think you have inspired me

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