It is yellowing and purple is abound
such wonderful violence above us
and below too
She found her voice in the things
she couldn’t say
like ‘I love you’ or ‘help me’ those typical
flourishings
of a writer gone wrong
on the poetical highway
She fancied putting a gun to her head
pulling the trigger
painting the drab walls
blood red
leaving something
worth talking about
instead
something fresh and new
The sky is bruising
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I know that feeling.
purple is abound. flourishing's - this deliberate or you just drunk?
purple is abound. flourishing's - this deliberate or you just drunk?
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
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Thanks Mac, It does indeed!That quest for new and fresh...the staleness nudges us on.
Yeah, totally arseholed, it is amended.flourishing's - this deliberate or you just drunk?
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Interesting poem. Even though in general I like directness, putting a gun to her head sounded a bit too much for me, especially in poetry. But then again, it's just my own personal issue.
I loved "she found her voice...". These lines really spoke to me. Thank you.
I loved "she found her voice...". These lines really spoke to me. Thank you.
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Hey littlebirdsaved,
I'm glad those lines reached you. Appreciated.
Regarding the harsher side of the poem. More people than you'd think ponder suicide (or at least the idea of it) on a daily basis, it's almost a casual, throw-away thought. But it's there. I just wanted to alight that thought!
Cheers
Kris
I'm glad those lines reached you. Appreciated.
Regarding the harsher side of the poem. More people than you'd think ponder suicide (or at least the idea of it) on a daily basis, it's almost a casual, throw-away thought. But it's there. I just wanted to alight that thought!
Cheers
Kris
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Hello to you, Kris. Your last line makes the poem even more unsettling.
I enjoy the contrast very much between the descriptive language at the beginning and then, when you hone in on the personal, the direct/hard language of the rest. The two explain each other... you could even bring the sky back in with sunset red, or something along those lines. I had another thought about the possibility of removing above us from the 2nd line and then too from the 3rd line. The reason is that both are already implied. Here's an example of what I mean:
The sky is bruising
It is yellowing and purple is abound
such wonderful violence
and below
She found her voice in the things
she couldn’t say
Well, see what you think. I find myself wanting a different word for 'drab'... like weary or something. Stale? I'm not sure. But regardless, it's certainly an uncomfortable and well-written poem!
I enjoy the contrast very much between the descriptive language at the beginning and then, when you hone in on the personal, the direct/hard language of the rest. The two explain each other... you could even bring the sky back in with sunset red, or something along those lines. I had another thought about the possibility of removing above us from the 2nd line and then too from the 3rd line. The reason is that both are already implied. Here's an example of what I mean:
The sky is bruising
It is yellowing and purple is abound
such wonderful violence
and below
She found her voice in the things
she couldn’t say
Well, see what you think. I find myself wanting a different word for 'drab'... like weary or something. Stale? I'm not sure. But regardless, it's certainly an uncomfortable and well-written poem!