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How can a heart forgive the mark
Permanently, engraved for gaze?
Each time I see her photographs
Hanging behind walls of my heart
Retrospect plays the note she left:
‘I appreciate your sweet kindness
But these my legs just have to run
To better place, sands and easy plans…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg, for I am dead with you.’
I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fryAnd I am weird when I laugh or cryI know you…
Have you seen my Enyinanya !His heart is where my life liesSupplier of stomach butterfliesNanya is the air I breathMy sugarplum, so I thought….Until clogs…
Yes! she is beautifulAnd oh yes! It is trueBut mallow is evilSaying, mirror mirror!Her eyes are wild openYet she just wrecks the coneA proud witch…
You are a Swan, sweetest of wineBeauty of a peacock, an immortal luckThe carnation in ample of an appleAnd a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.…
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Great lines and running idea, love it:
‘Retrospect plays the note she left:
…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg….’
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Hehehehehe… Thank you a million, SoundFlyer
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The imagery used is very poignant. “Walls of my heart” makes me think of the poet putting up barriers so that later he will not be hurt again. “The notes she left” effectively establishes a haunting sadness. She is still there in the poet’s heart, although he does move on.
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And you interpreted well as if you were the poet himself… Poetry is so beautiful. Thank you Jenny Grace
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