The powder piled in a isolated center on the hot liquid
Her head tilted, curious, as it simply melted down the dark quiet
Until the last grain stubbornly sank below the black scalding mirror
Yes, this was the way she lived it; the way she saw it, felt it, despised it
Slow, powdered, black and white
So God awfully hot that nothing could survive it
She just swallows and ignores the burn; in the dark quiet
K. Mulroney
Comments
wow
This is such a powerful write I read it interpretation though several correct me if I am wrong ut I saw suicide by drug overdose I may be far afield on this
Lynn
Very insightful indeed. I never thought this could be felt that way. See, this is what I love about free verse poetry. The reader will always feel what they see, read. Abstract art is they same. Each person who views it, sees something new.
This actually is about a lonely woman simply watching the powdered cream in her coffee melt because it’s all she feels, sees, lives. Loneliness. That’s what burns. To her life is only black and white. You are either happy or sad. No gray areas for her. That’s the way she lives it, feels it etc. Your interpretation was again, very interesting. Thank you!
beautiful description of ISOLATION ABS loneliness none would
imagine in such a poem
imagery at height of MT EVEREST
fathomed by the ATLANTIC ocean
just in a cup of cauldron
of wow hot coffee
burning the inners but
Will
piled in an* isolated
perhaps a typo
I had...
it right before I read lynn's comment. I thought of the times that I had watched the very same powdered creamer drown in the black mirror of my coffee. Alone in the morning, can be very alone.
~ Geezer.
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Too deep.
Too deep.
Unclear
Confused or what?
Apparently
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