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Fri Mar 20, 2020 9:08 pm
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hi
I really don't write much poetry, but, here I am again
goal is... 10 poems?

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”

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i. which do you like best?

She paints one of my hands in a blue nail polish.
It’s ocean, heart, diamonds, a writer’s pen,
an artist’s mind.
How about this color? for your other hand?
she shakes the bottle and paints the
liquid sunshine on my hand
It has glitter like sandy beaches.
It’s practical, warm, close to home.
I stare at my hands.
Everyone loves the yellow, she says,
beaming like the sunshine.
But the blue is so you! she gushes,
it matches your eyes.
I stare at my hands.
Well, she asks, which do you like the best?
I shrug, they both look good. They’re
just really different. But they both look good.
So, which do you want to keep? she asks,
holding up her two little bottles.
A gift for you, she says.
I stare at my hands.
I don’t really know, I say. I’ll think on it.
Ok, she says, just let me know soon.
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Fri Apr 03, 2020 12:17 am
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ii.

i left my heart far away,
in the ancient rubble of a greek god’s temple,
crafted with symmetry so precise
the math checks out.
crafted with marble that gleams in the sun
and has taken ages to excavate
i left my heart far away, hidden in the ruins,
left behind like the soft disappearance of
the defeat and drama of hellenistic greece.
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”

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Lovely poems so far Rain - the indecisiveness of the speaker in poem 1 was interesting to read the perspective of; it's a theme that I don't think comes up as a poetry subject very often and it made me wonder about the symbolism of two nail polish colors and if the point was the indecisiveness rather than the contrast - made me think!

Also you chose an interesting metaphor for poem 2:
"i left my heart far away,
in the ancient rubble of a greek god’s temple,
crafted with symmetry so precise
the math checks out."

The first line made me think the poem was going to be about carelessness, but the next lines contradicted that, so the unexpected back and forth and then the setting of Greek Ruins was really interesting to read through!

Looking forward to reading the rest! [Also you're a 5th of the way to your goal and it's only day 2 - you've totally got this!]
maybe i make up colors for poetic cadence, but i don't think i can ever love someone who doesn't understand that teal is a different color than dark cyan
  





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Spoiler! :
@alliyah Thank you so much for your comment! It’s great to hear your thoughts about each of the poems. I’m so glad the indecisiveness of the first one came across. It’s actually about my struggle to choose between college - so both the indecisiveness and contrast are really important:) Also, lol, yeah, I’ve been a lot more inspired than I thought I would be... so more poems!


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iv. hestia


hestia by the hearth,
she sits by her flame.
she pokes her fire with a
metal rod, watches as the sparks
fizzle and pop.
hestia by the hearth,
she sits by her flame.
she’s quite a bit lonely,
she’s peaceful at home.
she hugs her knees to her chest,
sighs a quiet sigh,
and tucks away the promise of
warmth from her hearth
to her heart.
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”

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v. persephone

persephone gives him her sad eyes,
says it’s not too bad.
he has eaten the pomegranate
seeds, too late to spit
them back up.
persephone says you get used
to the fear and loneliness,
but it looms behind you like a shadow
come spring.
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”

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vi. Wishing Well

Today, the wishing well is empty:
It greets me with slumped shoulders
and pockets upturned.
Today, the wishing well is empty:
no wishes left for me.
As I lean over the well and poke
my head inside, a voice echoes
up from the bottom of the well.
My wishes are gone,
I’ve no more to give. There’s
nothing left of me now except
rain water tears, so maybe
come by tomorrow,
or if you’d like, you can stay
just a little while.
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Sun Apr 12, 2020 1:13 am
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Rain - I think you're making really strong use of repetition/echo in these last three poems; where you're starting with some sort of premise, build on it, then return to that premise again half-way through the poem. I thought hestia was particularly well-written - I don't know if I can identify the mood in the poem exactly, but it's sort of a quiet-weary-vulnerability (at least that's what I felt from it!). I'm no expert in Greek mythology, but even just looking into the background of Hestia & Persephone a little bit gives so much depth to these pieces. I loved your take on both characters. Thank you again for sharing these!
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Spoiler! :
@alliyah Thank you so much! :) I'm having a lot of fun writing with Greek myths!


vii. pandora

The curiosity pulls her in,
squeezes her chest like panic
at night,
draws her in like a sweet tasting
dream.
It controls,
leaves a fog in her mind and
then
when the curiosity has its
clutch around her broken
wrist,
she opens the box.
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viii. different flowers

There’s something different about these flowers:
The way they reach out and say hello,
The way they calm me, melt my insides like
a ginger candy in hot tea.
They’re the kind that are too pretty,
so pretty that I cannot pick them for my glass
vase sitting at home, but instead leave them
in their green tea grass fields.
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ix. Kritios Boy

She wants to live how
Kritios Boy stands.
She wants to breathe it all
in: the air, the sea, the embers
of a dying fire, the loose
dirt of a four by four flower
garden.
She wants to count the marble
columns, laugh at the beauty
of tilted hips and the movement
of muscles when she shifts
her world to the left foot.
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x. flower crowns at the summer party

June wears her crown of roses at the summer party.
The other months dance on the tips of their toes,
they adjust their flower crowns when they are near slipping,
they point at them and smile, or
they hold them to their chest with a shy smile.
July dances in the middle of the floor,
hasn’t paid mind to her lost larkspur.
She has the eclectic energy of sun and yellow gummy bears.
The gladiolus garland upon August’s wild curls
shines like it’s a polished diamond.
Her crown is full, colorful, abundant.
September is quiet, her aster crown pushed against the wall
(she is the wallflower of the summer party, after all).
Her crown is composed of half asters and half leaves;
June’s is just roses and thorns.
June adjusts her crown. It does not feel right,
the thorns scratch her scalp.
She watches July, her closest friend,
(May is all the time busy with Spring),
and watches her bubble laugh. Her crown must be
somewhere on the floor, nearly forgotten.
August shows off her crown as she twirls and lights
up the hot gravel with petals and pollen.
September now clutches her flowers to her
chest, the purple bright against her lonely skin.
June doesn’t so much like her own garland of roses -
it’s itchy and gets caught in her hair and really
she’s not fond of the red,
but she admires the flower crowns of her summer
friends at the summer party.
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xi. perspective

it’s a perspective type of thing, she says
What do you mean? I say
I don’t understand
Well it’s really quite simple, she says
If you tilt your head,
tilt it into the light the right way,
like that! no, turn your chin.
see, now when the light catches your eyes,
you may be able to see in a different perspective.
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xii. lungs

tomorrow, my lungs will be squeezed until
the air is all gone,
until my deep breaths turn shallow.
i will hold back tears,
so i don’t drown myself in pity.
tomorrow, my cheeks will burn red,
until i’m grasping again for my tears
to cool me down.
the pity will eat at me,
an ant feasting on rotten meat,
until i’m nothing more but broken bones
and broken lungs.
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.”

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