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Open hands don't clutch
G O N E
The deep delight of you
The loving bones of you
The happy home of you
G O N E
Far as a long dark mile
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Open hands don't clutch
G O N E
The deep delight of you
The loving bones of you
The happy home of you
G O N E
Far as a long dark mile
. . . . . . . .
15 comments:
love: loving bones - nice prose here.
Such loss..you can almost feel the lack of the other person's hand..very tenderly done..Jae
Succinct, with a nice weight behind the words.
Touching...
intriguing walls
I'm not sure what to think of this so I'm guessing it is a slap to the face? open hands don't clutch? they hit yes?
Short with so much depth.. well done..
Far as a long gone mile ... I hear that. Well done.
Wow ... soo very final, brilliantly written!
Very sad. 'Far as a long gone mile'.
creepy, but in a very good way.
The repeated GONE repeats like a GONG creating even a more final powerful write.
Woosh, like Faith said, I like the resonance of the repeated "GONE."
A terrible loss!
Hey, I liked this. Does the form of it have a certain name or did you invent it?
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read and leave a comment, it is much appreciated.
Jackie, open hands let go. :-)
G Graham, I don't know if the form has a name? It just came out that way. :-)
Thanks again for visiting.
- Susannah x
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