2022 Poetry Postcard Fest, collage, poetry, troiku

POPO2022 Day 28 — sun, rainbow clouds, burning legs

Posted by msjadeli on

card 28 sun rainbow clouds burning thighs resized

when things go wacky,
light and dark harp they’re the same,
ask, “are we there yet?”

when things go wacky
surreal cracks; flaming thighs grasp
spiked faces balloon

light and dark the same?
rainbows blight to bloated corpse
revelations dance

ask, “are we there yet?”
perhaps lurched beyond return?
beg grace from cloud’s silver

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadje says:
    October 28, 2022 at 11:07 am

    A profound poem Li

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    1. msjadeli says:
      October 28, 2022 at 1:12 pm

      Thank you, Sadje. It was a really tough image to write to.

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      1. Sadje says:
        October 28, 2022 at 1:15 pm

        I can imagine. But you’re doing so well.

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  2. memadtwo says:
    October 29, 2022 at 11:03 am

    I love this poem. I suspect we are never there yet. (K)

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    1. msjadeli says:
      October 29, 2022 at 11:39 am

      Thanks, Kerfe, I suspect you’re right.

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