Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Entrances//Deaths ~ Invisible

In the April of Covid 19
Day 14

“Time and places grip her breast bone, she is breaking with seasons and clouds”
Dylan Thomas

Invisible


I am invisible. A strange pause. A flint
before the strike. I am a fragment of ether
sensual, formed as woman, flesh-flaunt
of binary star nipples, nova, matter other

than thighs and belly, white as milky way.
I am a life held in suspension. A part missing
from your sense of whole. I am the why
of your sleepless night, the message

you seek to decipher in the half-faced moon
at your window. I am hidden. Always here.
Your skin thirsts for my stroke, throat moans,
hands grope in darkness for light of my hair.



Skylover Wordlist: Strike (Stroke)
Play It Again Toads: Invisible



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17 comments:

  1. My goodness this is good! I love how this poem is dipped in sensuality and how it portrays the state of the speaker especially; "I am a life held in suspension." Spectacular writing, Kerry!💘💘

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    1. A lot of ideas came together in this poem. Glad you enjoyed it, Sanaa.

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  2. Wonderfully sensual – and a whole different perspective on invisibility.

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    1. many thanks, Rosemary. I appreciate your daily comments.

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  3. "A flint/before the strike..." Really a strong opening, and the dreamy middle also has its underlying determination to be taken for everything that exists, while the end winds up the spell and sets it loose. Sometimes what is invisible is the most real.

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    1. That is so true, when one is able to tap into the subconscious, and perhaps ethereal world. Thanks, Joy.

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  4. You did really good on this one, Kerry. I could be there seeing as I read those images.
    Some old relationship friends, they don't leave. I have a few special ones, I'm glad they stayed, invisible or not, my mine finds their images.
    I wrote by this prompt originally, I thought I could not better it. I like your theme but I couldn't write like you.
    Oh yes, I used the word "you" again today as in yesterdays. I fixed the rabbit, changed it for one with a personal story. A neighbor family down and across the street left it on our doorstop, glued to a purple bag containing five homemade cookies. I posted of that on my other Friday blog.
    ..

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    1. Thank you, Jim. And I have noted your update on the rabbit image.

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  5. Love this...The real in invisible..haunting

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    1. It was a great prompt, Susie. Really helped me extend my theme of the month.

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  6. Incredibly sensual....almost visceral in its descriptive details. "I am invisible" places the reader into the poem....so the experience has all the more depth and feeling.

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    1. That is great to know, Thank you, Lillian. I appreciate the visit.

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  7. O what an invisible torch here in the booming cavern between I and Thou ... haunted by succubi and tendered with a kiss. Great stuff Kerry. - Brendan

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    1. Hi there, Brendan. Thanks for coming over to read. I appreciate your analysis.. the divine feminine presence as succubus.. Interesting!

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  8. Wonderfully sensual, Kerry! I especially love ‘flint before the strike’ and ‘flesh-flaunt of binary star nipples’. The line that reminds me most of Dylan Thomas is:
    ‘…the message
    you seek to decipher in the half-faced moon
    at your window.’

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    1. Ah, thank you, Kim. I went with Thomas's half rhymed quatrains, as in Ballad of the Long-legged Bait. It was very challenging but i am pleased with how it turned out and want to try the form again.

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  9. O!O!O! ... smoldering. Just smoldering. I love the lines, the why of the sleepless nights, the message sought in the half-faced moon - and those two closing lines just rock it. The fine play of light and dark, counterpoint in this erotic, sensual dance. Most excellent wording - this yet another superb poem Kerry!
    (Holy smokes, I think I may need to sit back and have a cigarette. 😉 )

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