Lost Words

[darkerdreamer]

I didn't ever want to do this, it can be a lot of work (not to mention inspire some arguments). Yet, here I am.

This is my little corner for new(er) poetry that might have been overlooked. Ones I think might be worth a second (or first) read.

Like I said, I didn't want to do this, but I found a piece that I couldn't let slip by:
naked.

Why? I love it when someone redefines a cliché, gives a new angle from which to view it, I think the poet here has managed just that (and in a tidy format).

Everyone else is free to post their picks, if they too feel a bit uncomfortable invading the Reviews thread for whatever reason.

 

[unapologetic]

Double D, as far as I know, there's no rule about who can and can't post to the review thread. Feel free to chime in if you feel that whomever did the review missed a good one.

Thanks for pointing this one out, by the way.

 

[RhymeFairy]

... moved to free thoughts. Did not want to hi-jack your thread ...

 

[Angeline]

All threads supporting poetry are welcome here.

I did want to note, for the record, that anyone can recommend a poem in the "New Poems" review thread. Personally, I am interested in what others here are reading and liking (and why). Anyway, it's a great idea to have this thread (as well as LeBroz's Archival Review) to help us all keep track of what poets are posting here: I know there's way too much for me to keep up with it all, and I've always thought that the point of this forum is for us to help each other.

 

[LeBroz]

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Here's one from March 10, I just noted. Too new for the Archival thread but it sure deserves another look — this guy's good {well, that's not really news - heard it's an alt for an old respected Lit poet}...

Psst - d2 - you're right - doing this sort of thing is a lot of work!


Legend
by MungoParkIII©




“It wasn’t pure, it never was’”
she whispered in anger, in sadness,
as she dipped her eyeliner brush
and swirled it above her face
in a wistful parasail ballet,
the black lines dancing
a graphic curve as her eyes
longed to flutter a monarch path.

Sadly, the stage was dark
the performance over, fans gone away
and all that remained of the years
was the face cream and cloth
as she wiped it all away,
the plot fading under
the prima’s tears and the words
she could only mouth silently
as she replayed her final bow.

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