Our country not forgotten
By bodypolitic
Sat, 28 Nov 2009
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"Hearts bottled,
goodness preserved;
retreat of living tissue,
perpetual cramp.
Thoughts of him hit me like a coastal blow-hole;
volumes of essence
innocent and storming.
Subconscious shutter opens
roaring of familiarity, belonging and self-hood.
Haunting "peek-a-boo"...
And then gone.
Seagulls,
salt spray, caress tear-streaked face.
Immediacy of an alien world."
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I really like this. As it
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I really like this.
As it stands it is solid piece of work. I note however, that you would welcome any feedback and therefore have had a thought to that old-fashioned thing called 'punctuation' for you to take or leave, at your will...Oh and a slight tweak - 'hits' to 'hit in the first line, second stanza 'marked' to 'streaked' - penultimate line. And in the last line 'a' to 'an'.
"Hearts bottled,
goodness preserved;
retreat of living tissue,
perpetual cramp.
Thoughts of him hit me like a coastal blow-hole;
volumes of essence
innocent and storming.
Subconscious shutter opens
roaring of familiarity, belonging and self-hood.
Haunting "peek-a-boo"...
And then gone.
Seagulls,
salt spray, caress tear-streaked face.
Immediacy of an alien world."
The more I read it, the more I like it. Nice one, indeed;-) and please, feel free to ignore all this...except the fact it's good.
Tina
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Hanna - you are more than
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hanna - you are more than welcome;-) You have a great poem here, one to be proud of, and I shall look forward to reading more of your work.
All the best;-)
Tina
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Your poem interests me.
Permalink Submitted by Luly Whisper on
Your poem interests me. Please submit some more.
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