74 Model

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By socialeaf

Wed, 20 May 2020
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10 comments
 

74 model:

workings exposed,

 

leaking altruism,

sputtering hope;

 

yet all’s not lost

you softly say.

 

The floor:

an undone jigsaw of nuts, bolts,

memories and ghosts.

 

Your face and torso

hidden beneath

the dissected chassis;

 

I feel my heart

revving in your hands.

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Comments

Submitted by Ewan on

short, sparse and maybe even sour piece is packed with meaning, and it is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.

Please share and retweet if you like it too.

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Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you so much, Ewan. It's my own pic. 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Great photo, too.

 

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Submitted by Ewan on

give an attribution for the photo if it needs one, please?

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is beautiful! A very well deserved pick (and a fabulous photo too)

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Insert! 

 

Submitted by Sweet T Marie on

The model is beautiful of your pic, the picture compliments the poem very well. I feel like I'm in the room with her, and watching her encase the heart with her hands. A lot of powerful visuals in this piece, I quite enjoy it.

~Sweet T

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you! 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is our poem of the week - well done!

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you so much!