The Last Enemy
Somewhere amongst the soft sounds, there was
A shiver. There always is. When the morning dove
Call dies and the sunflower shifts or when the mountain
Tops take back the sun and ice shaves grass tips —
That’s where I’ll have you leave me. Where crows can call
For nothing and nothing answers and where summer sets
Resemble everything but endings: there lie the places we’ll
Remain independent. We’ll lament and ferment and invent
Something.
Stay gold,
Sabrina
Your poems just keep getting! I Love you ! Papa
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I thoroughly enjoyed the syncopation in the beginning, leading up to a rhyme I missed my first read through. I wonder what your imagery means for you, but know you’ve molded it to say what the reader wants or needs it to.
I see nostalgia, the recognition of the world in constant flux, and the want for things that were or could have been.
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Love your reading of it; I can definitely feel the nostalgia! When I’m writing, I often find myself referencing too many abstract ideas versus concrete things. So when I sit down to write, I try to describe something in the real world — like a place, for example — and then if emotions and feelings evolve from that description, I consider it a success.
What I’m getting at is I never really have a solid thematic understanding of my own work so I love hearing what the reader understands and feels.
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