all worthy of a turn of phrase it's just
I turned the cards
not the covers of
the bed where would have lain familiar constancy
had the world sharpened its blade
on a kinder axis or if I
or they
had been serious
and
brave
the body
not the
tail end of a
sonnet.
lizardrinking, (c) 2009
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8 years ago
2 comments:
a bit melancholy, my rose? and presumptuous of me, to say my. i'm like that, sometimes. i liked this piece - i've never not liked anything you've shared, not just because i enjoy someone sharing their bits'n'pieces. this one kinda bit me where i live-whatever your inspiration-that memory of what if.
a moment that, when looked back upon, could have been. and just wasn't, because as you say the world's edge is ground too fine some days. so a tail-end (and tale-end?) to pull sometimes and see if the bitter or the sweet still remains.
I think if I was still caught up in it Morph, I couldn't have written it. That is the beauty of fiction, despite my posts to the contrary, the chance to get to the heart of something whilst remaining distant. Thanks for your comment :D
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