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Oct 28, 2012

perfumed explosion

wow, anytime spark ...
at the very thought of it
I would have read as
there are matches (boxes)
with her perfumed fingers
she would have lighted,
a puff
a smoke
a momentary joy!
out in the fresh air and open
now buried as memories untold
between the blinds and folds,
twas those times such matches recall
when two young ones
not yet that old
would suddenly explode...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: ROU

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Ross Hamilton Hill

Ross Hamilton Hill

12 years 6 months ago

I liked the opening a lot, spontaneous and unusual, and It workded for me until 'memories untold' where the rhymes of told, folds and old changed the free verse, conversational style into something closer to rap. I still liked it but the change of style is obtrusive.

loved

it is beyond me
to correct my own poetry
others do
would you too
as I'd prefer to compose anew
maybe now
another one is due

Esker

Esker

12 years 6 months ago

socially I was inept
my first real girlfriend smoked
some kind of cowboy cigars
wore plaid shirts and listened
to David Bowie (Ziggy Stardust)

I didnt really hang out in the
smokers crowd where a lot
of social ness goes on

everyone done up in perfume
and cologne back then
but I remember them
envying how they moved
comfortable

I took lights in time eventually
from women
and my women at the time
Clinique my one girl wore
and something heavy and
darkly lyrical another

it was like a signature
but the explosion fits
In Sears at the perfume
counter I go in and spray
their brand and remember

narcotic memory

I like how the poem rolls
along...Your breathe much
life and vigour into these
works

Thank You Loved!

Esker

Esker

12 years 6 months ago

"open..to now"

but I do this often myself
I think it was a common storytelling poetic thing
tell a beginning story and
then drop it into the beat of poemwerk as I call it
But its nothing too abrupt

It would for me be akin to a gate
this shift in my head
or a hallway from a great room

from those lines..

Thank You