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Lost in your downy nape by *SitkaReign:iconSitkaReign:



Be pitiful to my great woe.--Keats

The unframed photograph on my nightstand
and the many pictures I view when I close my eyes
are poor substitutes for the visions I see
when I run my finger across your shoulder
and gather the mass of your locks in my palm.
Damn all photos!
Pressed to the nose they make no hint
of that something something
shimmering your downy nape,
nor do they hold me like a life ring,
nor quake inwardly when language fails
to grasp just what is happening here.
A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear,
so many worthless things, since
you are beyond words—
except for life and joy and despair
to the poor chronicler of your worth.
©2009 *SitkaReign
:iconsitkareign:

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:iconissorah:
I really like how emotion you put into this poem. And it's true, photos give you an idea of the past, but they are nothing compared to the real thing.

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*Talent is just a farcical word for passion.*
:iconfailing-at-flight:
Excellent

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Do you realize where he thinks he comes from?
:iconsitkareign:
Glad you like it.

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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
:iconstormcloudmao:
The imagery here is very vivid, and I'm a fan of the quasi-Victorian, almost whimsical tone you've got going on. I feel like I could do without the quote from John Keats, but that's a mere nitpick when the body of the poem is so altogether compelling.

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"I wanna speak at an intimate decibel/with the precision of an infinite decimal." -Yoni Wolf
:iconsitkareign:
Actually I wanted to include a quote by a one-eyed Lesbian poet from pre-recession Latvia but it just didn't carry the proper nuance. I do believe that I did Keats a disservice; his quote should be a true subtitle--underneath an original title. I will correct that as soon as I can afford a bottle of red wine and find the time to doodle.

Keep up the good work Storm; you are one of the greats on dA.

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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
:iconb1gfan:
This has just the right kind of quiet to it - the kind to make you pause and think and consider your place in the big big world. :D
:icondagger404:
I liked it up until:

"A picture is worth (only) a thousand words, my dear,
so many worthless things, since
you are beyond words—"

Specifically because of the "thousand words" inclusion and the "beyond words," both of which seem too well known phrases. Yet I also imagine that, read aloud, with attention given a proper intonation (I'm thinking mildly sarcastic because of the poet's internal knowledge of the use of cliche), these lines have potential. The rest I did enjoy quite well, particularly the piece's rhythm.
:iconsitkareign:
I agree and have been wanting to deal with the cliche but just haven't had the time. I hate cliche. As a way of thinking it is the cause of most that is wrong in the world.

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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.
:iconsitkareign:
My other life-objection is writing in a voice that is pompous or unnatural. I have found this poem extremely difficult to speak out loud. I will try to figure out why since poetry should be a spoken medium.

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The world is deep--and more profound than day would have thought.

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