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Mar 05
poem 4 comments
fran.cesca

sans embellissement

my fingers are on strike 
or something like that. 
they refuse to work for my brain. 
they won’t write any more words at all. 

but i’ve had so many thoughts lately. 
thoughts alive with colors dripping from my 
eyelashes, after they fell from the sky

laughter cascading down a water slide in an inflatable tube, 
sunburnt and chlorine soaked, accidentally swallowed your bubblegum

a campfire midnight, holding marshmallow sticky hands 
talking about building a ladder to the stars, intermittently tasting the salt on your lips

abstract dreams and their flapper-dance, backflip, sunset energy 
grabbing the english language by the wrist and dragging him 
out of his chair for a few songs 

words and words and words tumble out of my thoughts,
tiny acrobats leaping over each other,
they rush through my nerves to find their exit but as soon as they reach my knuckles they find a dead end. 

so here i am 
typing with my nose because i don’t know how much longer i can comfortably keep them in

 
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  1. Noruinin
    Mar 06, 2018

    This is wonderful. The imagery is on point, and I loved the ending!

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  1. fran.cesca
    Mar 06, 2018

    Thank you!

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  1. Kyrridwen
    Mar 06, 2018

    This is so much fun to read. The images are strong and imaginative. Thank you so much for sharing :)

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  1. fran.cesca
    Mar 06, 2018

    thanks! or ... you’re welcome?

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