Too Late
by Marda Miller
he brought me kisses from New York
little silver ones
not realizing that on the west coast
it had been raining for so long
the miles in between both our lips
had left nothing
but a taste
of bitter chocolate.
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What inspired me? The last year and a half and lots of resentment.
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Outstanding imagery, line to line, in a small space, Marda. Nice.
What Sam said. *
What Christian said, only more enthusiastically. This is exquisite.
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Compression, skillful choice of words, outstanding imagery as Sam says. Fav.
I am so touched and humbled; thank you Sam, Christian, James and Jack.
And the progression of these comments made me chuckle :)
Nice! Clean and clear. Like it. *
Bitter love poem with a sharp edge to it, like this a lot
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Good, good, Marda! Nice work w/ imagery -- agree with Jack and Sam.
Thank you JP.
Susan - I am starting to see that bitterness is a great inspiration for my creativity.
Jules, thank you immensely!