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.
10 comments:
chilling laughter indeed. love the sporadic laughter peppered and repetitive in strategic places.
I 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.
rax has picked well on the theme.
I 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.
Beautiful, 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.
Wonderful.
laughter like liqueur poured over ice in a chilled glass
damn
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.
Beautiful, Sara.
I love this especially the very first verse. Dramatic!
saw your poem in my scrying glass. come visit.
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