Parola

[addy]

A word
Is a passion, for me "passion" as a descriptor doesn't add much to the poem... just my opinion
A single
Candlelit night
After a thunderstorm,
A firefly
In a just opened jar. Lovely image--- quiet, simple, and dynamic all at once

This
Is a word. Very clever. Works when read in different ways.

It will not
Bring flowers
To your door
In a straw basket.

It will not
Pay gratuity
In a restaurant
With change from its red purse. Even though I very much liked the idea and the sense of it, this stanza worked the least for me, though I'm having trouble putting my finger on why. "In a restaurant" somehow strikes me as a stagnant, perfuntory line ; and "red" seemed like an afterthought descriptor, used in a way that doesn't add much hidden meaning or dimension to the line

A ferry,
It ships our children away
When it is time for them
To be buried
In slumber.

A bucket,
It draws embers
From the bottom of its well. Like billy I don't recognize the logic of the image (you expect water from a well, not embers), but it is so damn compelling that it just works. It is perfect as is.

A scar,
It fastens
Onto the cadence
Of your voice,

And with
Every breath, every whisper
I cannot help
But think of a word

As a passenger boarding
On a crowding train
Destined to reach you
From me. Beautiful, pitch-perfect end.

A wonderful read. Thanks for sharing this.

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