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| Daffodils (Narcissus) by a mountain stream (AI) |
The Search for Nuance
The search for nuance
Came up nil—
Not a single folder spilled
Out a poem or post
In all these years,
Not even a ghost;
No evidence I ever
Used a subtle, filmy
Delicate negligee
Of a word,
A mysterious trail of lace,
Leaving a coy, flirtatious trace,
Instead of my usual
Bludgeons of bluntness.
But it is this, dammit, I scream:
Can’t you see?
My shrieks echo round the mountain,
But Narcissus long ago
Fell into the stream,
And everyone else has
Packed up their picnics
And gone home…
It looks like rain.
It’s time to stop yelling, Paula;
Whisper your pain
To the slowly swirling clouds.
~*~
This is one of my super-angsty free verse poems from All She Wrote, which was inspired by my broken heart and the Narcissus/Echo myth. I am sharing it today for Reena's Xploration Challenge 448.
That's good, Paula.
ReplyDeleteI never could write good poetry.
We ignore nuances for some reason and then go hunting for it. Thanks for sharing this beautiful, moving echo from the past!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debby and Reena!
ReplyDeleteI really like the poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary :)
DeleteBeautiful words and imagery!
ReplyDeleteThanks Maria!
DeleteFabulous. I don't do nuance. What you see is what you get. With your permission I'd like to share it with our poetry group.
ReplyDeleteSure, just please credit me (Paula Light) and link back to this post. Thanks!
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