She’s the clandestine love child
of Plath and Poe
Where it is dark
Her words will glow
You’ll catch her on every
Library’s most wanted list;
Armed with a loaded lexicon
Her paper cuts plagiarists
Nuances ciphered in arcane;
She transfigures
into the Bibliophile’s Cocaine
A Bonnie liberated
from Clyde
Enslaved by her soul..
She struts like a wildfire
at the ball of a debutante
Oh, the devil knows
she’s no dilettante
The pyrotechnics of her chaos
rendered the sun jaundiced
She surfs on tsunamis
and dances with tornados
Ravenous hurricanes hunt
to copyright her name
She pays the poet
with liquidated journals
of iridescent nightmares
& cremated reveries;
scattering her history
in depths of poetry
Her misdemeanors articulates
in solitude;
Where she silences her demons
Hush, it’s story time..
A martyr for literature;
She fights for that killer hook
that forces the page to turn..
For she’s the book
that you’ll never return.
If I were a book, I’d like to be one people want to keep. Just to mention one of the vivid images you painted here.
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Thank you for the kind words, my friend.
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Wow. Three times. Superb.
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Heel erg bedankt, Lee.
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Upon closer vivisection,
I find this Force of Literature
that your mention,
has my subdivided attention.
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Lol. Thanks for adding more layers to my work, Sir.
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“A Bonnie liberated from Clyde
Enslaved by her soul..” Wow 😍 every line is mind-blowing 💘💘💘
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Thank you for the kind compliment, Eli ❤
I appreciate it 🙂
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Hush, it’s story time……you are damn right it is. God, how I love this!!!
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I love that you love it!! Thank you so much.
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This is awesome AG!
And that photo! haha absolutely love it!
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Haha. It felt very appropriate. Thank you, Vanessa.
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My pleasure!
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The words that get beneath your skin. Absolutely – though, with age, there are fewer and fewer that really touch me I find. Great poem.
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Thank you so much, Sir Chris.
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Love this….truly, truly love it. I read this and kept seeing our amazing Maggie. I don’t know (and don’t need to) if that is intended or not, but I felt as though you described her and her writing as I feel her.
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You’re placing me in a very awkward position here, wulf! Lol. Thank you very much!
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Awesome 👏
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Thank you!
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This is the first piece that I have read by you and I love it! I am a stickler for phrases that create images and feelings in my mind, and this is one of those that pull me in and won’t let go.
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Thank you so much. I really appreciate the kind words.
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