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Tue 6 Dec, 2005 04:14 am
taste of salt
Her hands were worn from trying to get a grip
but her elbows tore as they catched her slip
with lips like pedals- they drooped with tear drops
a rib cage of medal and a heart so soft
coughs and gasps- the taste of fresh air
wasps and clasps, the only things in her hair
staring back reflects a shadow less dark
snared and trapped, her only head start.
feedback appreciated
mc slipperz-
I enjoyed the language in this poem. A couple of technical observations - "pedals" did you mean "petals"? "medal" did you mean metal?
I don't think "wasps and clasps, the only things in her hair" does the poem justice.
By the way, the opening line is awesome.
Cola
thanks cola for your feedback.
your right, they were typos.
Sometimes typos work in ways you don't realize and are cool to leave in.
Lips like pedals--pedal is a word I associate with "pushing," whether on your bike or in a car. Or with acceleration. Or circular movement.
Medal--short for medallion, right? Like gold medal. It's proximity to the word "heart" is a cool image. Evokes "heart of gold."
It might be a stretch, I don't know. But sometimes these things happen subconsciously and work well.
thats a great observation, though wasn't my intention..
thanks for that input gargamel, made me think.
peace
I like the overall feel of this poem and I also like the use of the slant rhyme on line 6: 'wasps and clasps'.
Well done. :wink:
not much into poems, but was feelin' this one.. nice multies, had good emotion.. nice job slippz