From a teardropp stung source
a boundary is born
as clear waters course
a darkness unknown.
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.... 'he finds the freedom between the divide'. Some serious internal rhymes and echoes there, and rhythm to boot..... 'Through fine lines and fissures strained waters swell.. ' and so it goes, wending in surges and calms, from its spring of conception to its sea (or is it island..) of resolution... Loads of clever wordplay, stand-out images and thrusts of energetic progress - action sequences broken by judiciously placed stills..... unusually creative conjuring Justine.. xx PS - more please!
I really like your poems Iris. I am constantly amazed by the structure and correct spelling of your poetry. Reminds me of.....me. Albeit less anger. Haha!