they celebrate bondage, swaying to tunes condemning freedom, dancing on sand dunes notice not - slipping ground, controls shift euphoria; all’s well puppets telling stories vanish, dropped from invisible strings - their pictures float programmed memories thought - on controlled oxygen welcomes contamination as new awakening seepage of venom - never cared to know -is destined to know not swinging in new air, their feet leave ground calibrate new heights progress reports on air -impress worlds out there neo-gods in the skies await their turn to act ice-cold knives will slash ropes -pour as rain leaving no time to think or react .........
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This one is chilling… so many dark images come to mind… the swinging bodies make me think of “strange fruit” and we are definitely at a time when this concerns me again.
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These are times when dark thoughts occur. Dictatorial regimes increase concern.
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Reena, very gripping, snd killer shape!
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Thank you so much, Rob!
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There is something faintly ominous about how this morphs down the page. I got a feeling of Armageddon, perhaps by extraterrestrials… The changing ropes and who cuts them may be yet to be revealed. Intriguing poem, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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So like what you’ve done here – the shape on the page – a dangling rope; the punchy opening line – intriguing; and open imagery – swings, puppetry, astronauts and the hangman – all came to mind. I particularly liked stanza 5 – ‘swinging in new air…’ – their feet / leave ground / calibrate / new heights…’ Great stuff.
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Thank you so much, Peter!
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Your words skipped across the page like stones being skipped on the water!
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Thank you! That is an unusually nice and creative way of putting it.
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The image you used set the tone, opening line led me on stage ….. and the poem flowed. Beautifully.
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Thank you so much, Helen!
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Very well done Reena… so many great metaphors and images. This one made me think of one who is in the hospital on a ventilator fading in and out of dreams with medications bringing euphoria and vaccines being fed into veins!
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To each his own metaphor 🙂 Thank you, Dwight!
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Very nice. Thought provoking.
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Thank you, Patricia!
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the air there everywhere
the caveat
is whaaaat~
gasp~
how surprising
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Very well written
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Thank you so much, Sadje!
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Always a pleasure
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🖤
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