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tiny wars
by Brynn Dizacki think it means something.
the glinting, the lustre.
but what?
not lights or sparklers or
carnival-boardwalk-cottoncandy nights:
sticky hands,
glassy-eyed and
gasping.
remember,
remember when we were children,
gingerbread houses with poured-sugar window glass,
skinned-knees,
candy buttons on paper rolls,
rolling out of bed to creep to the stairs,
deciphering the love from the screaming.
05/14/2009 Posted on 05/14/2009
Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/14/09 at 12:23 PM "deciphering the love from the screaming" -- completely relatable -- I love how this is sprinkled with bits of past realities, like "candy buttons on paper rolls" |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/14/09 at 12:35 PM This has a really strange dream quality to it, the idea that portions of everything being seen is not quite all the way there, if that makes any sense. This is good stuff, man. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/14/09 at 12:40 PM Large and tiny are just a matter of perspective and this is quite a large poem lady that is very nicely done! |
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