Rain is roses (Draft).

Pull back
don’t forget what you are.
Rain is only roses
until it dies in my eyes;
it’s a skin and bone of my foot
over the edge
it’s a poison with your flowers;
Pull back,
that landscape flows through
each stasis, dead hands
forgive the body
in its lune

the red dress
in death
over a body
my body
as it glistens under
the moon; black under my eyes,
in the wildwood
earth that somewhat dies.

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Written 6/12/2021 in response to utahan15.

24 thoughts on “Rain is roses (Draft).”

    1. Thank you so much for the feedback and suggestions. I consider this a draft as I feel it’s incomplete. I feel like there could be more fleshed out and told in this poem with ideas I didn’t have in mind at the time when I wrote it.

      I’m going to add the changes you suggested too. The punctuation does disrupt the flow.

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  1. A little less esoteric than your usual works. More visceral, more bodied. The grounded premises and language do nothing to take away from your usual free-flowing poetics, of course – I see your hand at work in your languid descriptions, and the fact that you can continue that methodology without relying on your usual dreamscapes speaks considerably for your skill.

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    1. Oh wow, Masa, I thank you greatly for your response and feedback. I’m still taking it all in, and it’s wonderful to hear that despite my style changes, I am able to keep up on my methods. I’m always changing my style, and so far, I’m liking where it’s heading this time around.

      Thank you so, so much. ❤ ❤

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