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Poetry / Born to Gilda

Travelling,
through edicts
that merge,
into her sleeping winters,
Gilda drinks on warmth,
served in saucers,
baked tomorrow night.

***

With the carousel paused,
romeos turned around
and teased a somersault.
As she goes about now,
straining under throbs
of a restive autumn,
faces emerge
in the little whirlpool
that drowns no one.

***

At the mouth of rivers,
there abound rocks, gardens
bearing posies
for Gilda’s children.
They sputter like balloons, joyous,
bursting to wild winds
at every summer fair.

***

When the spiral broke off
from her body,
it peeled off skin
where rubaiyyat sang,
between rudy finger marks.
Moaning her love
for the last time,
she picked up her favourite child
and bid farewell.

 


As we gathered around our embers
to strike a waltz
for the final carnival,
something whispered in the far.

"They go to bed with Gilda,
they wake up with me".

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gting avatar General Stranger

December 01, 2009

gting

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I loved the flow of this poem. It was sensual and evocative and I enjoyed your use of language.

“They sputter like balloons” was a great image. You created a sense of mystery and flight well.

Not much to say, except great job :D

jalubcarrey avatar General Stranger

November 24, 2009

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Edicts that merge.  What do you mean by this?

You have a lot of solid detail in this poem.  There are some great images, though there are some that make no sense.

. . .for Gilda’s children.
They sputter like balloons, joyous,  You were talking of posies before, and now we’re talking about posies, but they can’t sputter like balloons, so the imagery doesn’t fit here.  If you mean that the children putter like balloons then you have to initially talk about the children, and not the posies for the children.

Further down you say rudy finger marks.  Do you mean Ruddy?

Wow, the end paints this Gilda in a very bad light.  I’m not sure what you meant by “gather around our embers”.  

Some of the imagery is good, some is confusing.  I think it’s a strong poem, just needs some tweaking.

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