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She
was born
with a
bottle
of
blue darkness
inside
her.
When
the light
cracks
the
glass,
shafts
of light
splintering
the
container,
the
darkness
spreads
inky
arms,
stretching
through,
reaching
out/into
everything
she
is, she's been, has yet to see
and
exits
on
pages
needing
both dark and light
to
come
to be.
Perfectly poetic - I think you may be describing yourself ;)
ReplyDeleteLove it. You had me with the title! love this...
ReplyDeleteand exits
on pages
needing both dark and light
to come
to be.
Brilliant!
I think the darkness needs the light to come through... and light appears only in darkness.. I think that's exactly why you need poets like yourself.
ReplyDelete"needing both dark and light
ReplyDeleteto come
to be"
__Pen marks. Your words, and in them a contrary balance that causes awareness; in dry ink, words will march.
a scratch
that sound of pen on paper
dry ink
_m
Inky arms. Loved that image!
ReplyDeleteI love the opening "she was born with a bottle of blue darkness inside her" Truly creative - I really like the imagery!
ReplyDeletethe poetic process - evocatively rendered with a wonderful affective, yet mystical quality. "the darkness spreads inky arms": a soulful, layered line of poetry.
ReplyDeleteOne of the nicest pieces I have read lately about the process--hope you are well!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful bit of self-description. Loved.
ReplyDeleteI simply adore that blue darkness and these ending:
ReplyDeleteneeding both dark and light
to come
to be.
Gorgeous writing Jennifer ~
How well you've captured the process. I really like the beginning, the ending, and everything in between.
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