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Dry Ophelia

Dry Ophelia

unformed, anonymous
urgently pinched
in waves of finned dispersion

a distant face streaming
slowly apart
the slumping waves of a forgotten pond
i drown inside as a lost cat

a thin river
dry Ophelia,
unsure where to fade

carrying bouquets neither real
nor artificial
symbiotic petals

christening a sleeping sea
with clear blushes even
you don't understand

dry as the brush you
were painted with
still not knowing

as your cheeks

strike the canvas
at once and with a cup of stars

my dry Ophelia

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: Albany NY

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Simon

Simon

7 years 3 months ago

Good

A thin river
Dry Ophelia,
Unsure where to fade

The imagery it carry make me imaging how beautiful it looks like.
Thanks for this poem.

fink555

fink555

7 years 2 months ago

I'm not sure

what that comment totally meant, but anyone who is a Director of Community Outreach anywhere is entitled to his perception.

fink555

fink555

7 years 2 months ago

In Shakespeare's play

Ophelia is a woman who drowns herself out of despair. So "Dry Ophelia" is sort of an aesthetic contradiction, there, a nonrepresentational poem. A dry Ophelia is a woman who still has the chance to live but is confused when she is on land, so to speak. Thus the lines in the poem.