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To Persist

My face is a cracked line that floats between flurry and decline, squeezed open by promises unkept by imprints of messiness by the after shocks of joy. Facial skin spotted, the sun's minted pay off, No resistance to the screen time of now. My profile settling like ash in a bin with too many things left undone with no anchored rules of ritual. My face touched by your hands shuts out addled history shuts out combustible fear. My face held in your hands allows me to think I could out run fire. Poem composed: July 2020

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John Hamilton

Date: 8/14/2020 10:52:00 AM

Hey Brian I enjoyed this write especially the unique diction and phraseology, the last few lines brought it all together nicely, congrats on a nice win!

Brian Sambourne
Date: 8/14/2020 1:03:00 PM

Hello John Many thanks for your thoughtful response and for giving passed over, NA poems a second chance to breath. Best wishes, Brian

Anil Deo

Date: 5/26/2020 10:19:00 AM

Another deep one. Brain. Your diction says U comes from the Britsh "English" not American: "My profile settling like ash in a bin," I enjoyed the bad news becoming GREAT news as her hands does magic to face, heart, spirit of STRIVING HIGHER. May u rise (not phoenix) buy like Lazarus, the Jesus

Brian Sambourne
Date: 5/26/2020 6:34:00 PM

Hi Anil You are most observant. Yes a British-Canadian diction rather than American. Thank you for your feedback. The restorative power of hands could be from a spiritual leader, a mother, your mate. It is open to interpretation. I do hope to rise in both a spiritual + secular light my friend. Best wishes Brian