share your plate, palet and tea with me the sweet bread and blackcurrant jam stuck _____to your finger tips
paint to the brush _____depth to canvas
sister:
walk slowly by me
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Hey Katy,
So I am left wanting more...
Is this a relationship interrupted? If so, by what?
I love the repetition of "plate, palet and tea with me". The assonance and alliteration are fantastic, but the poem leaves me wondering.
I did look up the word "symbiote" and found "an organism living in symbiosis; especially : the smaller member of a symbiotic pair called also symbiote" as part of the definition for the related word "symbiont".
The piece of the definition I wonder if you could expand upon is "smaller member" of the relationship. Are you leading us to that?
Your poetry generally is very tangible and sensual (as in pays tribute to the senses), and this is that par excellence. The stickiness of the blackcurrant jam somehow makes perfect sense when it comes to the encounter between a brush and a canvas, and then the slowness of walking by a person. This works especially well with you palette of beiges and violets.
3 comments:
Hey Katy,
So I am left wanting more...
Is this a relationship interrupted? If so, by what?
I love the repetition of "plate, palet and tea with me". The assonance and alliteration are fantastic, but the poem leaves me wondering.
I did look up the word "symbiote" and found "an organism living in symbiosis; especially : the smaller member of a symbiotic pair called also symbiote" as part of the definition for the related word "symbiont".
The piece of the definition I wonder if you could expand upon is "smaller member" of the relationship. Are you leading us to that?
hmmn, is there more? well, there's a lot more to dina and i. but most of what's on my mind was the lunch we shared.
i shall, becuase you asked dan, consider developing these "cahracters" and their "relationship"
glad you liked the plate, palet and tea line ^__^
I really like this,
Your poetry generally is very tangible and sensual (as in pays tribute to the senses), and this is that par excellence. The stickiness of the blackcurrant jam somehow makes perfect sense when it comes to the encounter between a brush and a canvas, and then the slowness of walking by a person. This works especially well with you palette of beiges and violets.
Khayyic Ahmad
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