Narcissa by Rachel Bennettif mimicking is genuine,
her face is a lullaby
reciprocating faith,
cradling smiles.
when I laugh,
she grins,
she bobs.
when I wink,
she blinks,
she flirts.
and when she cries,
our tears meet somewhere
in the middle
of this pond. 01/19/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary Entry #19!
Posted on 01/20/2010 Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
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Posted by V. Blake on 01/20/10 at 01:57 AM My favorite thing about your poems is your word choice. You consistently make selections that no other poets seem to make, and it results in a unique voice that is totally your own, and all the better for it. Cool stuff. :) |
Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/20/10 at 02:08 AM I love the image that you create here, and the title really plays into it so well -you are able to structure things on a really stripped down level, without reducing your voice or the strength of the piece -you manage to create so much without a lot of excess -it really is awesome! |
Posted by Michael Smith on 01/20/10 at 07:23 AM Similar to what Vince said, I would like to commend you on your talent to pinpoint extremely empathetic insight within our crazy world. What a great way to depict "the fake" and evoke, not only compassion for them, but fuse everyone together into one humanity. I challenge anyone to explain why this doesn't deserve full marks. Yes, it is not flamboyant, and it is subtle, but it actually needs to be that way.
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Posted by Allison Smith on 01/20/10 at 08:30 AM This is an exceptional piece of writing. I'm thankful I was steered here. |
Posted by Amie Golda on 01/20/10 at 09:55 AM Narcissa indeed! Vanity certainly comes in many forms, but your parallelisms here are exquisite. Lovely and brilliant. Take a bow Ms Bennett :) |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/22/10 at 01:24 AM and I feel all of these just as I am reading. In the moment. What a fine talent you are. |
Posted by Julie Adams on 01/23/10 at 10:02 PM ur poems seem to take on a life of their own, but you, careful maker, are the best of poets, allowing your creation of word pools to breathe and flow where they may...a lovely piece, a pleasure to read u, peace, jewels xoxox |
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