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Sat Sep 05, 2015 7:31 pm
Pompadour says...



So, usually, when I write poetry I end up with a /lot/ of really pointless imagery and I never have the heart to cut it out entirely/delete it. So I have tons of unnamed WFPs just littered with all these fragments that will probably never be used and their fate saddens me immensely.

Nothing is so tragic as forgotten imagery.

So, anyway, I'll be keeping random bits and pieces of my poems here. Feel free to add any pretty images you have here, if you want.

~
Spoiler! :
From today's failure of a poem. *deposits*

you sit by a narrow window, rubbing your narrow strip of a heart with bleach,
and wonder occasionally if it belongs in a tannery.


she lives in a house built of waxwork tables and sorcery,
and stacked up candlesticks, one up
against the other.

she wears sorcery like a persian carpet tripping
in lace, like a high heel that burns scarlet
in the dazed morning sun.
she whisks bowls of cream and leaves them to set
on the treetops, pale and shivering, in the middle
of July.


(Also, I wouldn't mind any criticism on these bits and pieces, like--what do you think could make the images stronger? Are they scattered? Are they redundant/repetitive in what they have to say?)
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Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:16 pm
Rosendorn says...



Any more since you've posted? These are beautiful.
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Mon Nov 30, 2015 9:43 pm
Pompadour says...



Oh, there're quite a lot by now, but I completely forgot about this thread. XD

Thank you!
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Pompadour says...



Update:

Spoiler! :
if i am the blind mouse,
you are the carving knife.
if i am a single fairy light glittering over your doorway,
you are the powdered glitter i sweep
beneath the carpet
and pretend that it doesn't exist.


Feel free to drop any of your own imagery here/comment on others'~
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Tue Dec 01, 2015 7:35 pm
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Spoiler! :
but where do the seasons go
when the sun has set and when the world
is caught between twilit and twi-tobelighted?

they hide like raffle ticket showers beneath lampposts,
like the wind without a syphon gate, before it becomes a breeze.
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Mon Dec 14, 2015 1:27 pm
Lightsong says...



This is awesome. I lack in imagery department, so I'm so going to follow this thread. Want moar! xD I especially like the one with mouse and knife since it has repetition in it and I'm a sucker of repetition. xD
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The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

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Wed Dec 23, 2015 8:49 pm
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Haha, I tend to use too much repetition for my own good. One can only emphasise a thought so many times! Thank you, though. :)

Spoiler! :
once, you mentioned to me over a bowl of granite
and a scalding cup of tea, that you wanted to build cities out of rust.
but you do not realise that every word that leaves your lips
is tearing down the city that we built, the city
that i cradle so gently between my palms.

--

every new year, i will carve you a watering-hole to store your tears,
and some day, you will tire of trying
to fill it.
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