Small Crime (5)

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I think it is nothing 

 you

think nothing of it

neither of us are wrong 

 

but you visit me

carrying your small crime in

a hand

with a mishapened dove 

 

they say,

some ghosts

don't want anything at all

 

but I don't ever remember 

 you being so kind. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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running_with_rabbits's picture

I feel like I need to sit

I feel like I need to sit with this one, some parts hit hard and strong and others seem to take from the hit...the ending is strong and impacting, and the image of the dove being carried as the small crime..I feel liek the dove could use a different dicriptions :/ gah...I am gonna sit with this one and read it more... <3


Much Love

Ashley

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

The Dove

 

Thank you for all your comments on my other poems, but I wanted to respond to this one in particular. I never realized the dove could have been seen as the small crime. Like an offering of peace when there should not be.... Awesome. This is so why I love poetry....everyone takes it in differently. 

 

But actually, this poem was about someone in particular, who has a odd tattoo of a dove on her wrist. that being said, I am sure this poem will now make way more sense to you haha. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.

running_with_rabbits's picture

:) no problem! thats why I

:) no problem! thats why I love letting people comment on work...they brign their own perspective..show us where meaning can be found..give us a chance to shape the meaning in our work to what we want...or leave it open as they have shown it to be!


Much Love

Ashley

allets's picture

Bravo!

A gentle blending of real and imagination. Like it loads. 

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~A~



 

 

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thank you kindly :) 

thank you kindly :) 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.