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's concrete poetry workshop.
This has definitely encouraged me to experiment more with concrete poetry!
submission There's no such fair feathered, foul fortune as you,submission by ~SaViNgGrAcEs
A soft, sweet, pale, sad victory won.
Some glitter, glare, fantastic bounty seen,
As sharp as sickened sentences begun.
A spring of some sour symphony brings wonder,
The fairest painted silken lock slipped under.
What, care? What care!
This raven hair, slicker, slipping,
Lips a thousand times to know.
The softest curl and skid of myth unfurled,
Undone, like some virgin forfeit; a most pious whore.
So sit on your milky moon and guard your night-time sky,
Drip tears into my pocket and rip in two my sense of right.
Some exquisite knowledge steeped in innocence,
Dear
Born Looking to the seed that yielded me,Born by ~SaViNgGrAcEs
I see that I was born. Adjective;
Sole descriptor of the seething, writhing
Mess burst forth from love, care, from
Passion, labour. I remain ever
Passive in my born state: I am presented,
Brought out and up and with, my
Growing ache a syntax of skin, hair,
Nail, tooth, powder, cotton, birth.
My twin, she had eyes like the sun,
Like that star that glowed warmth on me,
On all of us, at the rich command of a
Gaping, gummy jaw. I shared a softened
Likeness with our father, or so I am told.
Pulled up to adulthood, a squabbling nest
Of six of us, there are five pairs of lungs
Outstret
"Eleanor" So I'm in town and I run into this girl I used to know."Eleanor" by ~SaViNgGrAcEs
OK, let's start again.
So I'm in town and I'm thinking about this girl I used to know. How we've not spoken in ages, wondering how she is, should I get in touch somehow?
And then, there she is. She actually approaches me and says hello. She's wearing oddly-patterned tights. She's dyed her hair green. Her eyes look tired, at least more tired than I remember them. I suppose I'm biased: I find her attractive. My memory of her appearance is of her brown eyes, her long dark hair, her quiet beauty.
I remember once sitting on the bus, when I saw her waiting at a bus stop, her head bowed dow
switch-off Piece by piece, a picture formsswitch-off by ~SaViNgGrAcEs
And you’d known her all along.
Her skin suddenly never left yours,
You never once strayed from the
Soft, distant touch of it. It fizzes
Once more on your arms and hands,
A memory floods back and brings
Tears to your eyes. Her eyes are
Innocence and you never lost the
Taste of her. Now, her image stirs
Your blood, you long to kiss her and
Now you love her, want her tears
To fall on your skin, yearn to be her
Rest forever and have her love you,
Have her melt in your arms as before.
Halcyon Under my nails, leeching in throughHalcyon by ~SaViNgGrAcEs
cold lips and seeping over me from the feet up.
Knee deep in you and I'll freeze as your
ebb and flow steals me from myself.
My love, you are salt water trickling in the
wound of a smile and stinging with a
wince and a bite to all my nerves. With every
needling pain comes an antiseptic kiss,
a kiss that heals and renews and washes away
the old. I need you. More than that,
I want you, the taste of you that can
colour my tongue with its sharp edge
slipping down my throat. I thirst for you
as you sit, cool and placid, around me, shifting and
winking at me, convincing me you're
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