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august eighth

by Ava Blu

with the colors changing below her
and the stars above,
she floated away from all of them

these her family
these her supposed saviors

yet she couldn't see them
for the trees.

08/08/2009

Posted on 08/09/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/09/09 at 04:08 AM

The two things I love the most about this piece is the wonderful dream-like quality that's so perfectly established with so few details. I also love the sharp contrast between the first and last stanzas. Only you could make that work.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/09/09 at 05:20 AM

A quality of Tarkovsky in this!

Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/10/09 at 04:37 PM

Why I said Tarkovsky is that this poem switches on a whole beam of flashlight on a slice from life: it's very near presenting an image, yet the image is much more full, it's a slice. There is directness once again as in all your poems, Ava, yet in this one there's a certain veil: whether it came about intentionally or not is hard to judge. And it's this veil seeming to blow in the air and only revealing more the lithesome shape within, which makes the poem so interesting. It's like a night of fireworks and yet the place I see them from is a placid lakefront.

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