After Christmas Island

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vrosej10
vrosej10
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she wades through a morass of black
hijabs, pale faces, all forced blank
finally restrained by her cousins
before her daughter's coffin
she falls to her knees
facing skyward
wails

vrosej10
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
interesting

the long narrow house is just that, long and narrow. The poem is devastatingly sad.

buttersbuttersabout 13 years ago
as it stands

the visual form speaks to me of the howl rising and spreading up from the point of the woman and into the sky to the gods

having said that, i wonder if paring this back further might help ... do you think it would lose to much, v, if you removed

all forced blank

finally restrained by her cousins

and moved 'she falls to her knees' to precede 'above her daughter's coffin'?

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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I'm not sure it needs to be a 'concrete' poem the words are enough for my 5

fridayamfridayamabout 13 years ago
A lovely shape

but did you go beyond the image? I wasn't sure.

Esperanza_HidalgoEsperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years ago
This is so hard to do

and retain a meaning. The shape is like an ending, or the grave. I never thought of pointing a poem like so, like pointing to death, or whatever the mind makes of it.

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