they float down the river 

my soft pink Thought petals

which fell with grace 

from the stem of a wilting flower 

and are now plucked from the water

by my mind's eye


like paper soldiers

shot in the foot  

they cannot walk 

cannot bear the weight 

of their own impotence

they are limp and

troubling to observe 


but one by one

they line up

along the grove of my tongue

which is slack and unresponsive

and shoot fiery bullets

into the air

bang bang bang


words like shotgun shells

cover the floor

shiny and hot with condensed silence

I long to speak quickly and at will

but I am pacified to the point of petrification

a fossil a fiend

whose thoughts twist wildly

lost in a field of missed connections

◄ This is not a poem

choice theory ►


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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Tue 26th Jun 2018 22:19

Laura, thanks for your comment and for pointing out my error! I wavered on which was the right spelling and guessed wrong!

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Laura Taylor

Tue 26th Jun 2018 11:23

Oh this is a sumptuous poem, chockful of cracking imagery. I can't pick out one or even several lines - it's fab all the way through.

One tiny thing though - it's 'bear', not 'bare'.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 25th Jun 2018 16:07

V2 is very good writing indeed.

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Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz

Mon 25th Jun 2018 13:04

Thanks to you both!

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Darren J Beaney

Mon 25th Jun 2018 10:42

Wonderful - a great poem full of fantastic images

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Mon 25th Jun 2018 09:17

this poem is full of textures from the soft pink Thought petals to the shotgun shells - a real journey of words Alex and beautifully expressed. Thanks for posting. Col.

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