BLEACH


By Bee
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Grime-cracked nails will ever scuff
at folds of laddered silk
crimsoned in shudders of the muscle memory
of invasion and of being heaved beneath an ocean
of profanities growled foul-breathed then surfaced
ruined, steeped in filth,
the stench of which will never fade -
no matter that the remnant rags be washed
a thousand times in salt and bleached.
Though stitched and patched,
normality will stubbornly retain an impression
of dishonour and of dignity unredeemable.
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I really like this, I love
I really like this, I love the way you use language and imagery, well done.
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Vivid imagery and vocabulary
Vivid imagery and vocabulary choice lift this poem off the page and into the reader's mind.
Especially liked the first three lines and the way 'crimsoned in shudders' breaks the iambic rythym, adding to imagery.
The line 'of profanities growled foul breathed' is for me perhaps a little bit close to 19th century inversion and I would have preferred something more modern. But still a stunning poem.
Scorpio88
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You did something like this a
You did something like this a while ago? This is briefer, and so I guess a harder punch still. I think you want to show how deeply such acts destroy, and, humanly speaking cannot be healed or forgotten. Very powerful. Only grace can help. Some testimonies of finding life afterwards can be very moving too. Rhiannon
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Bee, this is a vivid study of
Bee, this is a vivid study of despoliation, grime,filth 'out,out damned spot'. It's good. Elsie
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HI Bee
HI Bee
This certainly is a gritty read - of the pain and hopelessness of certain aspects of life. well done.
Jean
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Hello Bee,
Hello Bee,
Another well thought out poem that gets the little grey cells whirring! There are a few poets on here whose work I really admire and you are numbered among them.
Well done on the cherries.
Moya
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