a necessary conclusion —
the lined-shadows of a wing,
falling apart in full-flight,
the sky opens its peach-lips
for a kiss, too far, not enough
in the erection of this exigency
to reach out for a nude name
of belonging.
when your comforting arms
become stifling, intimacy runs out
the door, before it gets too late.
.
© Anmol Arora
A 55-word verse for Art FLASH/ 55 at With Real Toads, where Kerry prompts us to write a short-verse, taking inspiration from a piece called Moth-Woman by @luke.ink.
Image source (Twilight Time by Ellen Henneke)
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A fleeting intimacy, much like the soft colors of twilight. Intriguing concepts and imagery here.
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Wow! This tells a whole other story, Anmol. Your word choice expresses the abstract meaning so extremely well.. especially in the third stanza. Also I think it is so clever how you arrive at the conclusion first.
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Wow, Anmol, this is such a sensual poem! And the ending is a surprise.
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Such an exquisite 55! 😍😍 I can feel the emotions and power of instinct in the closing lines. Sometimes we just know when something/someone doesn’t feel right. ❤
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The wing falling apart in full-flight is such an arresting image. Wonderful.
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Gorgeous descriptions:
“the sky opens its peach-lips”
“the erection of this exigency”
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Dear Violet, Thank you for your kind words!
I am not able to reach your blog post. Perhaps, there is an issue with your link at WTR. Please check accordingly. 🙂
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This is an excellent write, I feel somehow that the urgency of passion leads to that necessary conclusion… somehow referencing the moth’s attraction to light without saying it.
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You do such magic with color and imagery–that wing continues to disintegrate behind my eyelids. And the ending, oh! I can see hands pulling way, a body cringing slightly, feet aiming for the door…
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as others have noted, the conclusion and the specific imagery — a wing falling apart in flight, the soft colours of twilight’s kiss …. is just stunning! And then the walk through – the “how we arrive” here – is so sound, and I just loved this “to reach out for a nude name
of belonging.”
I really like how you’ve played with the dancing, the ephemeral, almost the thermals of this dynamic, and grounded us at the same time …. it’s like this kiss, this bittersweet, ironic kiss, between twilight’s dying and the almost pitch black shadows, which linger for a few hours, until moon streaks her way into them …
fascinating word play in 55!
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Like the color blink beauty of sunset intimacy blooms and disappears on a few short breaths. I love this.
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What an intriguing poem. I love the line: the sky opens its peach-lips..such a luscious sensual image this is.
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Nice opening and closing… the crazy erratic wings to the hasty departure… nicely penned.
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I love the wing falling apart in full flight. You caught my attention with the opening, and held it.
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