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Dry Ophelia
Dry Ophelia
unformed, anonymous
urgently pinched
in waves of finned dispersion
a distant face streaming
slowly apart
the slumping waves of a forgotten pond
i drown inside as a lost cat
a thin river
dry Ophelia,
unsure where to fade
carrying bouquets neither real
nor artificial
symbiotic petals
christening a sleeping sea
with clear blushes even
you don't understand
dry as the brush you
were painted with
still not knowing
as your cheeks
strike the canvas
at once and with a cup of stars
my dry Ophelia
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Comments
Simon
Thu, 2018-03-22 03:15
Good
A thin river
Dry Ophelia,
Unsure where to fade
The imagery it carry make me imaging how beautiful it looks like.
Thanks for this poem.
fink555
Fri, 2018-04-27 01:53
I'm not sure
what that comment totally meant, but anyone who is a Director of Community Outreach anywhere is entitled to his perception.
fink555
Sat, 2018-04-28 00:05
In Shakespeare's play
Ophelia is a woman who drowns herself out of despair. So "Dry Ophelia" is sort of an aesthetic contradiction, there, a nonrepresentational poem. A dry Ophelia is a woman who still has the chance to live but is confused when she is on land, so to speak. Thus the lines in the poem.