unearthed trinkets of lust
taken by my lips —
bitten —
bitumen of the roads left
behind —
quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides.
drink one on me, through me,
as i
taste the memory of your
kitschy kiss,
hear a silver sun’s silence,
left undisturbed,
ululating — dying.
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© Anmol Arora 2018
For dVerse Quadrille # 64
Image source (An interesting reproduction and interpretation of Klimt’s The Kiss)
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Love love love the ways and means of this:
“quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides.”
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Awesome — great language throughout. I particularly like “bitten —
bitumen”.
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Clever, and fun; tinged with sadness–interesting combination.Rocked the prompt and blew my socks off./
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Nice phrase, “kitschy kiss”, and with alliteration.
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Wow. You really took this word to the limit. Kitschy kiss…love that!
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Delicious phrasing in this one, Anmol! Love “quick-quirky-beats rise quickly like moon-quivering-tides.” ❤️
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The kiss is a killer. Love the play and sounds of words such as:
quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides.
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This was sensual and filled with sounds that quicken the heartbeat. Well done HA
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Challenging juxtaposition of a “silence left undisturbed” which falls so naturally on the heart marrying tonality and meaning, followed “ululating” a formal unfamiliar word preceding the dying. The howling ritualistic howling in ululating feels like a professional mourner – dramatic, rhythmic, draws attention to itself, and feeling, as a contrived professional mourner might, specious in contrast to the silence that seems to encapsulate the true emotion of the loss, but this does not detract from the poem, but rather frames the strong longing found in the quiet grief of the silence all the more.
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“Bitumen of the roads left behind” … well who’d a thought? Great word play.
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Very catchy! Effective use of alliteration.
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Great riff on the image with such good use of poetic tools such as alliteration.
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well done poet! i like the cadence of the words as it rolled off my tongue
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Stunning, Anmol! So much to praise in this poem, starting with those ‘unearthed trinkets of lust’ and the wordplay of bitten and bitumen. I love the sounds in:
‘quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides’.
and ”kitschy kiss’,
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What a sweet poem!
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you’ve really gone to town with this word play, and clever use of poetic devices – which, for such a brief word burst, could be over the top – but not here; your pointed choice of line breaks and stanzas draws breath for us to stop, and savour the feelings, the images painted, before moving on –
there is nothing stale or stagnant here, in these words – they are a song on the tongue and in the mind – well done HA – a quirky but quick-bite reflection 🙂
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This is just excellent Anmol. what a great flow of words use of hyphen and music in this poem..
Love a kitschy kiss….
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Absolutely beautiful flow of words…the bittersweet memory of a kiss…love the words used. Just perfect.
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A melancholy memory? LIKE your playful “bitten – bitumen” and “kitschy kiss”!
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Visually appealing!
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Exquisite alliteration!
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