SNOW ANGEL
by Amanda Deo
I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here. Black is the best time for losing her. My arms swing like tornadoes. There's no place like home and my future birthday wish is a domestic and you have every magic.
Amanda, it is clear this is about loss but it is much too obtuse for my own limited perceptions. It's like some ununderstood sign language. I have no idea what it means. You've completely baffled me, the reader, but maybe I'm just too literal and concrete.
Hey Gloria! Thanks for the comment. I've been working in this style for awhile. It's a merge of an image(s) with sometimes (not always) an unrelated meaning(s)/story. I've been trying to work them together to make something cohesive but still feeling a bit broken which is how I often feel when I write...(torn). For me this was about jealousy over someone else's relationship in the present who I had a relationship with in the past. The snow angel just happened to be what I wanted to do while thinking about the situation :)
i get it.
i like it.
feels right intuitively.
also, the words sound/resonate
well.
nice.
Thanks Brian!
I like the twists in syntax. They work for me. This line in the middle anchors it all: "My arms swing like tornadoes."
Good piece. *
What Sam said, that line is killer. *
Thanks guys! Much appreciated. I might re-work it a little bit because it may borderline being too personal and not relatable enough.
Amanda, so nice to read (see) your work here again. I like the ambiguity and clever word play in this. Wouldn't worry about it being too personal (unless you have to worry about offending someone, erring on the personal is better than not at all). And the "relatable" quality? I get this. Seems others say that do too.
Fave.
i like the style and the explanation you gave above in the comments.
Thanks Robert! I'm glad to be writing again. It's nice to see you again as well. I hope you are doing well!
Thanks Martha. I hope the explanation helped.