Like liquor tumbles over ice
in a chilled glass,
that was your laugh.
And how it danced right over
my spine
every time
you thought you knew me better,
knew me better,
than I know me.
your insincerity
is startling.
your veneer is cracked.
and still you laugh,
you laugh,
you laugh,
and still I take you back,
back
back
like ice scraping against glass, glass, glass.
chilling laughter indeed. love the sporadic laughter peppered and repetitive in strategic places.
ReplyDeleteI have agreed with rax since before I knew she existed. The way you use repetition is a talent few have and it's great to see some more of your wonderful work.
ReplyDeleterax has picked well on the theme.
ReplyDeleteI found the last line cold to touch...the glassiness was never brittle and it kept building up, tidal..
sara, it was like a thoughtful stare into the swirl of some poisonous drink... a beautiful poem .
the title is an interesting emphasis on the spine. and as always, i d die repeating this one, the typography is beautiful.
The Ringing is up! Thanks for your contribution.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, brittle and delicate, like spun glass. The repeated words weave a spell that holds this in your mind. I keep coming back to read it again and again.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
ReplyDeletelaughter like liqueur poured over ice in a chilled glass
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i will know the day i am a poet when i can write a line that says so much in so many ways with all of the connotations as but the beginning of this poem
you have embodied the entire characterization of a being in 13 words.
let me re-emphesize
DAMN!
Absolutely love it. We've all been there, but it takes a gift to write about it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sara.
ReplyDeleteI love this especially the very first verse. Dramatic!
saw your poem in my scrying glass. come visit.
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