Beautiful poem!
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when we ended illustrating our bodies with graffiti unfinished,
i allowed existence to greet me
in its unkempt silence;
[because] you deceived me by telling me that
the aerosol droplets were wholeheartedly as warm as
you.
so when the morning’s morning arrives,
i’ll carry out all these rusty spray cans
and conclude this mess left lying
inside my unfurnished living room.
Hi, nycto. I'm Lumi; let's jam.
I can appreciate any minimalist poet, and what you've delivered here is of an odd quality that isn't seen much on YWS. It's a forward narrative with an ambiguous twin of a different name. I like that. I like complexity and the gift to the reader of maybe this, maybe this other--and it generally just settles well with me. That said, let's dissect this.
So basically anything to be understood about this piece is one layer beneath a very rigid metaphor of spray cans. That can be a throwback, a personal salute to the relationship that has ended here, possibly a reference to joint creation, the romance or tryst between two creators, even possibly a drug misdirect. I like the personal metaphor that ties this down to a past relationship because you can dilate the narrative into
when we ended illustrating our bodies...i allowed existence to greet me
you deceived me...as warm as you
First of all welcome to YWS! I hope you'll like it here!
I really love this poem. It has imagery and superb diction and gives enough to let the reader really understand the emotion this piece holds.
I really enjoyed the last stanza, and how although the words were few, I could clearly imagine the scene set before me.
I can't say there's anything wrong with this and I'm planning on reading the second one. Thanks for posting your work!
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