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In The Dark Quiet

Submitted by Rottiestyl on Thu, 2019-10-24 02:57

The powder piled in a isolated center on the hot liquid
Her head tilted, curious, as it simply melted down the dark quiet
Until the last grain stubbornly sank below the black scalding mirror

Yes, this was the way she lived it; the way she saw it, felt it, despised it
Slow, powdered, black and white
So God awfully hot that nothing could survive it
She just swallows and ignores the burn; in the dark quiet

K. Mulroney

Style / type:

Free verse

Review Request (Intensity):

I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing stage:

Editing - draft

Comments

c lynn brooks

Fri, 2019-10-25 08:31

wow

This is such a powerful write I read it interpretation though several correct me if I am wrong ut I saw suicide by drug overdose I may be far afield on this

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Rottiestyl

Fri, 2019-10-25 11:27

Lynn

Very insightful indeed. I never thought this could be felt that way. See, this is what I love about free verse poetry. The reader will always feel what they see, read. Abstract art is they same. Each person who views it, sees something new.
This actually is about a lonely woman simply watching the powdered cream in her coffee melt because it’s all she feels, sees, lives. Loneliness. That’s what burns. To her life is only black and white. You are either happy or sad. No gray areas for her. That’s the way she lives it, feels it etc. Your interpretation was again, very interesting. Thank you!

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

author comment

lovedly

Fri, 2019-10-25 16:24

beautiful description of ISOLATION ABS loneliness none would

imagine in such a poem
imagery at height of MT EVEREST
fathomed by the ATLANTIC ocean

just in a cup of cauldron
of wow hot coffee
burning the inners but
Will

piled in an* isolated
perhaps a typo

Geezer

Mon, 2019-10-28 11:50

I had...

it right before I read lynn's comment. I thought of the times that I had watched the very same powdered creamer drown in the black mirror of my coffee. Alone in the morning, can be very alone.
~ Geezer.
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