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Impaired

All the fingers wait raised, spread and the flexes start the bends the creeps and crawls All the fruit laid before you the knife cuts uncovers concealed scents and flesh All the linen, folded in crisp creases your all-seeing eye unwraps ruthlessly one crumb grounded in one corner one drop of red One snowflake carries so many crystals inifinitely perfect They disappear before you decide to dissect they don't fear the sharp but the time it takes to slice *** July 18, 2017 Copyright © Darren White
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De Beaulieu Avatar
July 27, 2017 at 12:34 PM
All I can say is Wow! Have a nice day my friend.
Barden Avatar
July 20, 2017 at 7:14 AM
Wonderful, witty, whimsical, and wry ... I adore ambiguity as you know, and this is wistfully wrought with it! (Oh, I'm just bathed in W's today - ambiguous consonance, ha!). LOVE it!
White Avatar
July 20, 2017 at 7:15 AM
Love that. I'll mail about synaesthesia.
Wolf Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 5:15 AM
Crane bagging to contemplate later
White Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 8:12 AM
Thanks Budgie!
Wolf Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 5:13 AM
Each stanza is amazing, Duir! The "snow" to me represents our purity that disappears, but, is at the same time infinite in a way still lasting! Very ambiguous to me! The last stanza I still must ponder!
White Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 8:12 AM
It is as ambiguous as I can possibly be, while still hoping the poem is good enough to make people think.
Williams Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 1:31 AM
"It only takes one snowflake to start an avalanche", they say. I do believe that statement can swing both ways both good and bad. Ever the optimist I will always go for the good.Your analogy is perfect Darren. . Love your poetic flair in its brilliance...Maria xx
White Avatar
July 19, 2017 at 8:11 AM
Thanks Maria, the eternal optimist ;)
Medders Tobechi Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 1:56 PM
That last line makes me think of the ax and someone's head. It is a smooth flowing, swift imagery, like a blade.
White Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 2:00 PM
That's quite a good understanding you show here Janice :)
Smith Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 1:41 PM
Wonderful imagery...looking at the pic I could go for a frozen concoction
White Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 1:42 PM
Yeah, appealing on hot summer's days, no? ;)
Green Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 11:01 AM
This is so deep my friend and has a dark underlayment that I can feel in your words. That closing stanza is fantastic. Wow, this is amazing.
White Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 11:07 AM
It is my friend, very dark, very deep. You sensed that well :)
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