Analog Gestures
when fiction's lies bleed over
they spill
blues edge out grays
vying for the last sigh
into fomented air
your hair covers my arm
spilling over
bleeding golds into grays
on an April afternoon
when words aren't enough.
Questions & Answers
© 2019 Audrey Howitt
Comments
I like several things about this poem. I like the single, true rhyme of air and hair at an unexpected place. I liked the double use of "over" which was sort of another rhyme. I appreciated the absence of punctuation, save, the final period. It forces me to interact with the words. This piece is deeper than the words on the page.
- AUTHOR
Thank you for your kind words Genna! So appreciated!
Audrey, it is such a pleasure to read your poetry. You are one of the finest poets on the Hub. And this latest contribution stirs the imagination and the heart. Just beautiful!
- AUTHOR
Thank you Nithya!
Beautifully expressed, as always.
- AUTHOR
Thank you for your kind words Ruby, Ann, Flourish, Chitrangada, and John.
A colorful poem with deep layers. I loved it.
You always say so much with so few words. Great job, Audrey!
Good to read more of your work again.
Ann
You paint with words
Beautiful expressions and nice title, in this poem. Good to see you publishing again.
Thanks for sharing!
Your words are enough Audrey, they conjure beautiful images. I enjoyed this.
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