by f-cynyr
is a fine narrative poem. I love the both the rythmn of your poem and the punchiness of your language, which creates effective images in the readers' mind; esp lines like
'Those borrowed walls
and spaces,
blinked
the tremble of our deeds
and lost motion.'
Great stuff. Mentioned in today's new poem reviews
you never fail to astonish ... I agree with vampiredust - this indeed is powerful - I like the phrase he mentioned, but what resonates with me is:
"and we grow weary
of our I ams,
and breathe the dust
of instead,"
there is just something so poignant about that ...
A fine retrospective tale told
Of a life well lived
With wistful recollections of a place
A long time ago.
Your word selection creates effective images in the readers' mind of long ago and far away. Powerful!