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Dogboy
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 Posted - Jan 15 2023 : 6:16:30 PM
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Akasha
We sit for the telling of her very bad news, and in her flurry, a careless gesture, the back of her hand bats her mug of black coffee from the table.
The scene unfolds in twenty four frames, thick in anticipation.dread.beauty.hope.white noise.silence.fear.light.energy.metamorphosis.loss.regret.redemption.
…a container no longer containing…black coffee expressing its freedom in fan form…
In the inevitable clatter, a surprise gasp as she launches to her feet, a sharp declarative report of pottery vs tile, the utter joy in the splat and reach of black claiming its territory. I feel the joy register in my face.
With a hand at her throat, our gaze enjoins, and there is levity. She softens and whispers “ayam”.
“I am, sooo sorry,” she continues “I have made a mess of this.” She titters away to attend to it. The thought becomes this is news, and news just is.
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Edited by - Dogboy on Jan 17 2023 01:47:35 AM |
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interpaul
USA
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Posted - Jan 16 2023 : 06:24:41 AM
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| Dogboy, An interesting poem. I like the imagery you create and there is a certain tension trying to reconcile the seemingly mundane with the deeper wisdom being communicated. |
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Blanche
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Posted - Jan 16 2023 : 1:33:41 PM
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