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balancing [2-05-2010]

by Ava Blu


i use my hands like a feather,
i cling to your arm
i cling to the whiskey hiding in your coat
and i see us arguing over which words should count.

02/06/2010

Posted on 02/06/2010
Copyright © 2022 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/07/10 at 01:01 AM

So much going on before and likely after the beautiful scene you've punched out here. It's that speculation on what's not being said that makes this such a winning bit of work.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/07/10 at 01:33 AM

What Gabriel says is quite true -there are so many subtleties and nuances in-between the spaces, in-between the lines, and sometimes it's not just which words should count, but what order to put them in.

Posted by Michael Smith on 02/07/10 at 04:15 AM

I'm currently too busy to comment on poems nor read much but this one has drawn me out. What Therese and Gabriel have said is true. Like a great piece of art this leaves a lot to the imagination, but like a great haiku, in so few words, it creates a very strong image and identifiable experience. It tugs at a place in us which is hard to describe. This is beyond cool. You're either very lucky here or a genius.

Posted by Julie Adams on 02/07/10 at 02:36 PM

...there certainly is a genius lurking in Ava's work, it brings me back to her library again and again...this piece is no exception...whether we read lines of blood and bone, or colorful slivers of living imagery like this one, I am always happy to swim through her poetry like koi in a pond...

Posted by Aaron Blair on 02/26/10 at 04:58 PM

ALL the words count.

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