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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
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Susan Ashley

September 8, 2020 at 9:41 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

August 21, 2020 at 12:51 PM

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

Paul Callus

August 21, 2020 at 4:05 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

August 20, 2020 at 10:05 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

August 20, 2020 at 2:57 PM

Congratulations on your winning entry, Michelle.

Jennifer Proxenos

August 13, 2020 at 11:02 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

August 12, 2020 at 6:31 PM

This one is exquisite Michelle.

Rico Leffanta

August 12, 2020 at 11:49 AM

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

Hannington Mumo

August 10, 2020 at 11:28 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

August 11, 2020 at 3:29 PM

Your comment is so introspective and intelligent it humbles me, I appreciate your generous thoughts, Hannington.