Friday, May 31, 2013

open mic






she is not delicate; she is like the night, a jaded lover turning
blue beneath a bleeding sun. she is a little warm death.








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photo/artist Amanda Rodgriduez

8 comments:

  1. dang....tight little piece...the blue beneath the bleeding...what an image...and the sun and cold so close....very nice contrast...

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  2. Thank you, Brian. I read yours and was like....((sigh))). I can't even put together a sentence. You write very well so I am flattered.

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  3. A lot said in those few words, LaTonya. I like it.

    Pamela

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  4. That is just exquisite, LaTonya. Beautiful use of the prompt. Thank you.

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  5. ...and she's rather intriguing...i want to know the story behind for you only provide us with a conclusion... we are missing the climax here though you hinted us of a failing love resulting to a complete tragedy of suicide... i can image her being drowned in so much grief... ye know when love fails to give back in return misery laughs... and when we can't handle anymore that pesky laughter... death eventually follows... this is a li'l excellent write that pulls out curiosity... smiles...

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  6. Kelvin, 'a little warm death' is a euphemism for climax and I'm drawn to short forms. Poets who have influenced me most write distilled, snapshots. Thank you. You've done well on your own to create her story.

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  7. Pamela and Victoria,
    Very happy you took time to read and comment. Thank you.

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  8. what an amazing description... I build a complete story around those words... very nice

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