Material Limbo

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There are scavenger birds
in my head -
scorn hovering above the water
and white skies
I cannot circumvent the obvious -
the obvious,
that bastion which eludes me

am I coming or going
am I the island, the sea?
Forever stripped of heaven
hell bent and in-between

The birds are
soaring above my waters
I hear them even now
looking for survivors
hungry for the dead

tugging
pulling
unraveling
yet they have not found me
--

humbled,
-m.

Spoiler
explanation: this is a poor attempt at an explanation for my hiatus from tyws. I've got the worlds worst case of writer's block and the world's best reason for one - only a month and a half till I welcome my baby boy to the world. But my brain is strait-up baby food yall!
So as a semi-crutch for the poem, I just hope to even just one or two it does communicate the loneliness and white noise of the creative lull

M. aka A FAT BEACHED WHALE
and to you know who: sorry this is as much energy as I have to be "active right now" =(
"catch a falling star..."

And to adopt as a status quo - my misused and oft abused ellipsis is utterly devoid of sinister portent.




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This was so fun to read! I loved your vocab, rhythm and rhyme. The topic was great, too. However, your stanzas could have been positioned more clearly, or combined or something. Otherwise, I loved it! keep up the good work




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All I can say is welcome to YWS.

I'll be back to review this properly.
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S




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For someone with writer's block, this poem really wasn't all that horrible. It did not contain any grammatical flaws, and there's nothing I can see that could be changed with a simple twisting of words. The ending was a little awkward and the poem has room for improvement, but it goes without saying that this is in no way a mediocre piece of literature. Keep writing (:
Love is a poison, but it is also the antidote.

The insanity at my fingertips is not even slightly coherent.




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"Fat Beached Whale" haha :)
It was actually super good for someone with apparent Writer's Block!
Congratulations on your future son :)

Your poem was simple, but in a really picturesque way. I loved the soft touches and the one word lines.

"tugging
pulling
unraveling
yet they have not found me"

Those lines are my favourite. So easy to understand :) haha.

Well done!

NightWriter x
raised by wolves // brought up on words.



When one door closes, another one opens. If not, just take out your jackhammer and break through that wall.
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