Mile 2

Ivy Page's poem Best Beloved appeared here in October. This poem is very different in theme, but Ivy displays a gift for imagery in this one as well.


Mile 2
By Ivy Page

I walk miles to bleed
on that lawn,
to create a chain of larkspur
to press between the pages
of a Bible I only open to recover
last year's dried flowers.

Myself, a husk, panting,
feeding
on paper flowers,
drinking my own dis-
appointments. I walk miles.






 

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  • 1/16/2011 12:33 PM Ellenelizabeth Cernek wrote:
    I loved the depth of your poem. Wonderful feelings.May I make a suggestion to increase the flow?
    "on paper flowers,
    drinking my own dis-
    appointments. I walk miles"

    may read better:
    "on paper flowers,
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  • 1/17/2011 12:21 AM Jeanette Cheezum wrote:
    A lot said in such few words.
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  • 1/17/2011 9:36 PM bobbie troy wrote:
    I love "drinking my own dis-
    appointments."
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  • 1/21/2011 7:43 AM clarissa wrote:
    I also love "drinking my own disappointments." And I would leave as is "...feeding on paper flowers," because the "feeding" and the "drinking" go together, and speak of her parched state. Great name for a poet (Ivy Page) and for this poem, even more apt!
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  • 1/21/2011 7:49 AM clarissa mcfairy wrote:
    I also love "drinking my own disappointments." And I think "feeding on paper flowers" should remain as is, because the feeding and drinking go together, and speak of her parched state. Great name for a poet (Ivy Page) and so apt for this poem!
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