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She Drowns Slowly

By blue degrees she drowns slowly Like rain, fear lightly fills my palm Amid rash seas she troubles me Not by her fury, but her calm Not by her fury, but her calm Amid rash seas she troubles me Like rain, fear lightly fills my palm By blue degrees she drowns slowly. 08/09/20 For "Mirror Mirror" contest Sponsor: John Lawless

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Susan Ashley

Date: 9/8/2020 9:41:00 AM

As always, the beauty and depth of your artistry captures my imagination and takes my heart along with it. Gorgeous poetry, Michelle. Reading it in mirror image makes it especially striking. Your brilliant elegance shines, my dear friend. Belated congratulations for a wonderful win. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Jan Allison

Date: 8/21/2020 12:51:00 PM

Dropping back to say many congrats on your win Michelle:-) hugs jan xx

Paul Callus

Date: 8/21/2020 4:05:00 AM

I am captivated by your metaphorical projection, Michelle. The 1st/end line strikes me most. ~ Congratulations on your fine win. Regards // paul

Sam Kauffman

Date: 8/20/2020 10:05:00 PM

Michelle, this mirror poem spills over in elegance and emotion. So well written my friend! Congratulations on sharing placement on the winners list! All the best to you!

Jenna Logan

Date: 8/20/2020 2:57:00 PM

Congratulations on your winning entry, Michelle.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/13/2020 11:02:00 AM

Superb poetry Michelle - the 'Mirror Mirror' contest has revealed incredible poetic talent on the soup - best of luck though doubt you need it! Blessings Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/12/2020 6:31:00 PM

This one is exquisite Michelle.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/12/2020 11:49:00 AM

Don't we all? Well said! Good luck in the contest! Aloha! Rico

Hannington Mumo

Date: 8/10/2020 11:28:00 AM

This deliciously simultaneous reversing of lines and stanzas sounds incredibly delectable to the poetry-adoring chords within one's innermost mystic sancta. I actually feel like I should at once mimic and choicelessly perfect these sweetly delicate poetical contrivings...but, after all, what else could the well-knowing reader expect from any "Faulkner" -regardless of their uncannily tell-tale literary/kindred etymologies.

Michelle Faulkner
Date: 8/11/2020 3:29:00 PM