My hear t was pounding. I felt if it was to beat once more it would fall into my hands, then starring at it I would forget everything every last memory I had.
I felt something but I couldn’t figure out what. Felling as if someone had thrown me in a box, shaken me around and then placed me in somewhere that was unknown to my memory but yet it was the place I had lived all my life. I knew the roads like the back of my hand.
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Frankie I like the prose poems but I think a lot of them could be crafted into more superior poems and a focusing on your imagery(which is your real strong point) and the passionate way you explore loss and love. The image of you being thrown into a box and stirred and shaken and then put down someplace else is just fantastic and startling and really gets across the idea of your unhappiness and displacement. Not only does it convey the idea of how you feel(and make us feel it too) but the idea is powerful enough to stay in our heads. This is an unforgetable image that lingers in the mind and stikes sparks so the reader's mind is also set ablaze.with the passion and pain of your feelings! love Donall Donall