This Isn't Poetry

by BlueJay   Apr 24, 2016

I don't write poetry -

I write midnight alleyways,
touch that looks around.

I write your name
and write flowers
that magically blossom
in the silent shape
of your name.

I write them
showing up
at your house
while you sleep.

I write your voice
as petals for reason.

I write you.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Emily Wacker


  • 5 months ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Beautifully written, bluejay. Well done

  • 5 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Wow... Loved it.

  • 11 months ago

    by CJ Maleney


  • 1 year ago

    by Darren

    Judges comment

    I fancied looking for something a little different this week. I found it in this piece.
    Love the conflicting title, this is very much poetry.
    Each stanza is an explosion of imagery from very few words.
    I love the second last stanza, confusing, non nonsensical but works.
    This was almost a 10 for me, but I have this thing for 'I'
    I would remove the last four, just a little repetitive for me.
    Think of that last line as just
    'Write you'
    7 points

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