this is how we find us
broken open
like the head of a fine
china doll
this space between
this silence a ghost
of words
this silence a slow fade
of smiles
a spectral liminal shade
we touch
the sound of yellowed paper
rustling
——
floating and leaving no trace
this is how we find us
broken open
like the head of a fine
china doll
this space between
this silence a ghost
of words
this silence a slow fade
of smiles
a spectral liminal shade
we touch
the sound of yellowed paper
rustling
——
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Love the broken China doll image.
A walking corpse (I had to look it up and it was worth it) this poem is sad but superbly done
Thank you so much!
This chilled me to the bone – specifically the ‘head of a fine / china doll’ – they freak me out! I love the lines:
‘this space between
this silence a ghost
of words’.
Ah thank you. They creep me out too, especially when they’re damaged. Or on a shelf. Watching.
Oh, MY. You had me from that first phrase. This is so good.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I liked the phrase: “silence a slow fade
of smiles”
Thank you!
What wonder in darkness… the sound of yellow paper..
My mom kept every note she ever wrote to herself, some of them decades old. That was some yellow paper. Well, yellowed.
I can hear the modern day, avant-garde version of Scott Walker singing these lines. (Which is a compliment in my book, in case you are wondering!)
Cool, thank you. I will admit I am not familiar with his work, but if you’re comparing me to something you like, I’ll take it!
Chilling imagery. I loved it.
Thank you. I don’t know that I meant it to be creepy when I started it. But, you know…
You must go where the poem leads you.
I wish it would lead me to a big bag of money 💰.
Or to a luxurious nest.
My goodness, this is wonderfully chilling!
Thank you!