The Gods of Selfies

Gold cherry

By celticman

Sat, 18 Jan 2025
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13 comments
 

Gods of selfies lets you rip yourself in two

Make yourself anew

Like a river bursting its banks

And the sky licked ashore

 

You were pure as snow

Slapdash wild spring

People in the street laughed daintly

Cause I ran after and loved you so crazily

 

Not all things stay silent

The melancholic steal of withdrawal

Ebb-and-flow of blackness on a ledge you endlessly fed

Your crumpled old rage became a jagged dread

 

You said. You said. You said.

Give it all a rest

Soft and adrift as winter snow

Your pregnant face aglow

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

'slapdash wild spring' - what a wonderful description!

 

Submitted by celticman on

a bit slapdash insert, but cheers anyway. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

So much great stuff in this! Gods of selfies, what an interesting/scary thought. I loved "sky licked shore" too. And "Slapdash wild Spring"! BRILLIANT! And the part with the ledge is strongly nightmarish, then "soft and adrift as Winter snow" beautiful.
And through it all, a relationship. I love your poems :0)

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks Di, I string a few words together and sometimes it makes sense. often not. but we all try. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

'Ebb-and-flow of blackness on a ledge you endlessly fed'

Some great lines in this one, CM. Deftly done.

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

A wonderful poem about the joy, pain and wildness of love, which is why it's our Facebook, X and Bluesky Pick of the Day. Please do share!

Picture by Barasoaindarra, free to use at Wikimedia Commons: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Snow_crystals_on_car.jpg

Submitted by celticman on

cheeers marinda and airy. 

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

The gods of selfies don't know what they've done. The third stanza dark and brooding then the last smoothing everything like a fresh fall of snow. Where there is ebb and flow, there's hope, I hope. 

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Such a good poem CM; the way you use language to create the imagery of the sense of loss and regret; a trully worthy pick plus golden cherries.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by celticman on

appreciate your comment DG. Moody indeed. 

 

Submitted by Kris on

The poetry from up North there, gets better, finer, deeper, powerful, moving, soulful.... & still got that edgy humor... #Excellent Celt....

Ahh... as I struggle here with my poetry venture... I'm wonder'n should I be drink'n the same water or take'n the same vitamins (?)... what ever it you're do'n.... Keep It Up.... (cool writ'n there)

 

Submitted by Turlough on

There's nothing quite like a bit of love for ripping yourself in two and making yourself anew.

A lovely bit of poetry there CM.

Turlough

Submitted by celticman on

cheers Kris and Turlough.