i am brittle
the bones of this body
will someday
bow gently to silt
i am brittle
the blood of this body
will someday
loiter, resigned
i am brittle
the skin of this body
will someday
parch slowly without protest
i am brittle
i am
i am brittle
i am
i am brittle, but
i am not broken
yet
hell yeah
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You may be brittle,but your voice is strong.
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Most days, some days, every so often, I guess. Thanks….
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‘bow gently to silt’. A really lovely line.
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🙂 Thanks!
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I agree with Jingle above. The word choice behind “silt” was stronger than other synonyms you could have chosen because of the movement inherent in the word. It conjured a river of time for me without you even mentioning it.
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Thanks!
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This has awesome rhythm, and I love:
“the blood of this body
will someday
loiter, resigned”
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I enjoyed playing with the rhythm. Thank you for noticing!
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I third “silt”. That really stood out. It even sounds bendy! I thought your line breaks at the end really lent something to the mood of the poem. With so few words, even something innocuous like that makes a big impact.
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Thank you!
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