Crushed

Make you happy,

Make you make

Me.

Eyes have

Neptune crush

(These rubies melt

Words~ melt them into

Sweet ichor

Their

Melancholia,

Silent as a spider

Web).

They make you 

Make me.

Me, sandwaves upon

Sandwaves.

Crushed.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

A very interesting and abstract piece. Words can crush us. And silent as a spider reminds me of Ars Poetica and the idea of all the words together creating a feeling...they don't need to draw attention individually but together...they can make us happy or sad...but feeling someething.
j.

[Degare]

Thank you for your review, Jacob.
I am glad that you find it atleast interesting.
I absolutely agree that such emulsified feelings that exudes from a blank screen, could invariably make us feel something.
Your review means a lot. Double thanks for introducing me to Ars Poetica.

Degare

[Jansy]

I sense the dizzying weight of longing...that feeling where your identity feels completely given over, or "made," by the object of your affection.

​The image of a "Neptune crush" is stunning; it captures something overwhelming, vast, and maybe a little destructive, like being swept away by a tide.

perfectly mirrors that sense of a crushed, unstable self, melting into "sandwaves." There’s a beautiful, fragile energy in this surrender.

[emmajoygreen]

Words portray or dismay.. depends on whether or not they make sense, love or understanding when offered. Brevity (near unknown to or by me!) is a nudge but a paragraph wakes the mind then allows debate within or discussion with another. That slow movment leaves openendedness (is that a word?): time with a swallow in flight or in throat. Sandwaves here this moment, gone with the tide.. sentenced to live on in the mind when a poet writes with depth. Many thanks.

[Degare]

Thank you for the kind words, Emma. Brevity is not always dietary. But it definitely could be.

Degare

[emmajoygreen]

Or should be. :)

[Davidgeo]

The western concept of value can be a trap. A spider's web of eternal struggle. I'd rather work the drive thru at Taco Bell.

[Degare]

I feel what you mean, David.
Maybe working at Taco Bell may lead to liberation from such concepts. We nevertheless try to feel as free as we can I guess.

Degare

[Davidgeo]

I'd be willing to share a seven layer burrito with you if it meant freedom. Not the Mel Gibson Braveheart kind of freedom... but the freedom of a perfectly poached egg over toast with just the right amount of softened unsalted butta