One Last Midnight
Taste Of Ash
Medi psychotic
sacred dreams in the dark
Spiritually hypnotic
igniting a spark
Dreadfully chaotic
when involving the heart
Mixed with gin and tonic
is when the trouble all starts
Wounds far from fatal
still leaving a gash
The hand rocks the cradle
with a mouth full of ash
Stirred with a ladle
hoping no-one will ask
Discharged and disabled
still expecting the cash
Tied tightly to the table
with the windows all smashed
Falling for the fable
while the stones are all cast
If you're willing and able
better run away fast
For the author's unstable
with a heart made of glass
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Beautiful poem! Congratulations on Top Story, too. My one suggestion for an inverse poem would be avoiding initial capitalization of only some lines. When read in one direction, the initial caps work well, but when read from the other direction, I find the initial caps a tiny bit out of step. Just a thought. Thanks again for sharing this aching piece. Your ability to create a visual is impressive!
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nice
Oh don’t make me so sad, Kelli, this is haunting! The tension between the rhythm and the subject…so well done. 👏💜😭
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Such a good rhythm throughout and so many good lines! Great poem!
Wonderful piece. Congrats on the TS.
better run away fast… For the author's unstable Poetic, especially when …mixed with gin and tonic Congratulations
Wow this is good! Well done 👍🍁
"Mixed with gin and tonic is when the trouble all starts" Yes it does! Great poem, Kelli! Congrats!
Fabulously dark! 'The hand rocks the cradle with a mouth full of ash' Wow. Loved it!
This poem could be used in some kind of therapy group to get things thinking about whatever their issues are.
Oh I really loved the heart made of glass! Brilliant work!
Surely not, Kelli. Though it may not feel like it (& the world around you certainly doesn't support it), you always seem the model of strength & stability to me.
Yes yes yes! This get me (I get this) on so many levels! Well Done! Kudos
So good. The word choices also make it a nice song. I tried singing it in my horrible voice and It flows.
I love your poem!