Monday, April 02, 2012

Burning Pretty

ball drops
world explodes



ember
rolled up into
licking strings
of fire

blankets
the people,
breaking
apart, against

the
ir lau
ght
er, their
smiles, th
eir k
iss
es

yet,
burning them
into
frozen place

lips forever
touching
upturned
open



standing over it all
it is a pretty sight

7 comments:

  1. Okay, I think the world just ended.

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  2. The poem brings a number of questions to mind. I like the way it can be interpreted differently by each reader.

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  3. I love how you broke words up. By doing so, it slows you down and makes you think about what's going on. Like everything shattering as if the world were frozen in place and yet the sound continues for an instant as things explode. Dark and lovely...surreal even.

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    1. And that, my friend, is why you're made of awesome. ;)

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  4. Love it, Brooke. It's beautiful.

    I have always love poetry and especially those that are unconventional in design, in rhythm, and cause the reader to really think about the meaning--each interpreting it differently.

    Well done.

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    1. Thank you, Angela. ^^ I had some trouble with the words in this poem. I wanted them to flow in a soft way, but I kept getting harsh sounds. I was, however, finally satisfied with this. I'm glad that you thought it beautiful.

      And I seriously need to read more poetry.

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