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Elizabeth Kate Switaj
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Read my latest story, "The All-Nighter", at 52|250. Love at First Snight safer than radar
precious as moon-hit trees
abiding wind & curled meteors
pierced w/backs of stars
and your back like a shell
when the telephone connects
pulled from silence
all of this moved in my life
abiding days, wages, oceans
apart — nights when words
approach neglect
with careful fingers
slow & open palms
there was a first before Again
written in response to read write prompt #105: borrowed words Possibly Related Classroom Projects From
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A beautiful reality check and re-run. Great read!
Tumblewords’s last blog ..Poem for RWP #105
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Your poem has wonderful connections and associations. It’s “precious as moon-hit trees” and I thank you for sharing it, Elizabeth!
Linda Fraser’s last blog ..READ,WRITE PROMPT #105: A WORDLE, Wm. STAFFORD
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I like this movement between images stellar and human:
curled meteors
pierced w/backs of stars
and your back like a shell
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I really like the idea of things moving in a life; it suggests a kind of steeping, of hidden process, so that the original event changes, ripens, matures, thus making the experience and the poem mysterious and magial, and the ending all the more powerful.
David Moolten’s last blog ..Intron Moment
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nice movement for sure…..thanks for sharing this
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