Memoirs of a Burgeoning Poet

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Do you ever consider what it might be like?
Barefoot, hovering in spaces
between silences
which erase themselves by morningβ€”
I taste an emotion inexplicable,
swirling pink
amidst a bed of brambles and unfamiliar leaves;
the thorns
have a thing or two
to teach.

 

 

 

Photo Credits: Pink beverage by Alex Loup, Unsplash

Posted for Quadrille #108 @dVerse Poets Pub

46 Replies to “Memoirs of a Burgeoning Poet”

  1. I love the title, the direct address and question of the opening line, Sanaa, which hooked me immediately. But my favourite lines are:
    β€˜Barefoot, hovering in spaces
    between silences
    which erase themselves by morning’.
    The image you chose has me hankering after blackberry fool!

  2. Such beautiful and wonderful words here. It’s very delicate and careful like a slow stride on a lone path; it is concise, it is deliberate and I love that feeling I got here when first reading it. This is fantastic. Excellent take on the prompt.

  3. ‘the thorns / have a thing or two to teach’ is a great concluding line. Reminds me of being stabbed twice and again by the same thorn – and thinking it wouldn’t dare strike again. Ha.

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