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Post by Cir on Jul 5, 2014 10:35:09 GMT -5
“Morphea”
nyx hidden in her hips she sways to the end of reason
daylight hidden in her lips she stares me to her reflection
her fingers bid where I land the pearl of her palm the ampersand
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Post by zachmiller on Jul 6, 2014 18:31:50 GMT -5
This is so beautiful. I get the feeling that it is a very person piece - a love poem, if you will - and that as such, understanding exactly what you mean by each line is not really the point, if even possible, but that rather it is important to understand that this is an ode to the power a particular woman has over you. I particularly love the last line - the rhyme it creates ties the piece up in a way that just seems right, and the meaning it creates, the symbol of conjunction, shows how important the subject of the poem has become to you.
I'm not quite sure why the title is "Morphea," and all my Wikipedia-ing has lead me to believe this to be a rear skin disease. I have a feeling that it is also the name of a goddess, perhaps related to sleep (and this I could see as the intended reference), but the internet did not confirm this for me.
Beautiful writing. Mysterious enough to create wonder, and with a rhyme scheme sparse and fresh enough to never edge toward the perceived silliness that rhyme is often accused of, but present enough to create a sense of familiarity and comfort.
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Post by frodissa on Jul 8, 2014 5:57:09 GMT -5
I just love this. Especially the last stanza.
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