just for practice.

by prasanna   Mar 18, 2020


molasses coats y/our tongue,
we’ve been
reciting old poetry again –

straining verses through saccharine-stained
teeth, the words crumble upon meeting
air.
// is the world inhospitable or are the thoughts we house?

the moon offers lambent lighting as we
scan the sky in search of any loose star
to pocket, but decide to settle on the
ambiance instead.

i used to think that, this,
all of this,
was unattainable –

and i was right.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    The descriptions here are colorful and textured and punch straight through with vivid imagery. Molasses coating your tongue, saccharine stained teeth, words crumbling on meeting air. Original prose that starts dramatically and then the gently change of lambent lighting a settlement of ambiance and that final stanza fading out into loss. A slide of emotion rather than a roller coaster but compelling all the same. A most enjoyable read. Milly x

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    I had so many thoughts reading this, I am still going through them.
    It's just like being exhausted of being empty. You keep rereading the past, which also feels empty now.

    "straining verses through saccharine-stained
    teeth, the words crumble upon meeting
    air."
    ^
    what a powerful statement. I think of the times when we are reluctant whether to share something and then when we do we regret it.

    I know I maybe completely off, but this is so good!!

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