The details are in diamonds
flowing from your eyes,
zip-stripped fumes from a life exhumed
to the depths of its apple seed soul.
Barriers peel back in pleats
and bleating lambs go to school.
Suspended serpents swing from trees
then hiss to secure your dis ease.
Burning through layers of living
powerful waterfalls force
glistening diamonds through your eyes
that slowly de-story your lies.
Brenda Warren 2014
Wow, this is pointedly good. Sharply well-written.
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Part fairy tale, part adult tale.
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Reminds me of bringing childhood back into focus –
sometimes being an adult, with too many lies can be harrowing.
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I agree with some of the others zip-stripped is a corking phrase..and apple seed soul..such a visual and sound delight..
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wonderful wordling. And yes, de-storied lies is a memorable phrase.
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We all bleat at some time or another. Love the de-storied lies, what a wonderful phrase you created for an experience we all share.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/out-on-a-limb/
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The quicker lies are de-storied the better, I’d say. However, my saying it doesn’t make it so! 😉
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Love the imaginative use of the prompt words here.
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Very nice poem. I like the idea of an apple seed soul… smiles…
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Great write, Brenda! I especially like barriers being peeled back in pleats! Great image. Strong last stanza for sure, as those lies are de-storied slowly but with the force of water blasting down to the base.
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Love this! Especially:
“zip-stripped fumes from a life exhumed”
And of course, “slowly de-story your lies.” 😉
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What a great journey for the mind’s eye here. Especially those diamonds that reveal the lies!
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I can see the snakes and feel the dis ease. Love the phrase de-story your lies. Eve comes to mind and how I wish for the lies to be de-storied. Powerful write, Brenda.
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Oh the lambs and snakes.. what a wonderful part of your poem here…
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Wonderful poem, Brenda. So many layers to it. I am sadly two days behind. I am feeling quite uninspired to write.
Pamela
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bleating lambs go to school
~
bleeding inkwells
pen to paper
~
love your poem
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