On a strange day
the sun went down at noon
and in a strange way
I knew we were doomed.
We’re in a strange place
where birds sing out of tune
and in this strange embrace
a rift between us bloomed.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
On a strange day
the sun went down at noon
and in a strange way
I knew we were doomed.
We’re in a strange place
where birds sing out of tune
and in this strange embrace
a rift between us bloomed.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
yup, that would be quite a sign. unsettling, strong poem.
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Ohhhhhh. No. Well, yes, but just eight lines? Eight lines and it’s disturbing, disconcerting, makes one worry about the future and then, all the eerie otherworldliness gives way to the mundane, still intangible but redefined. Love it!
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I particularly like the last two lines. I know I’ve been there before, embracing within the tension of feeling possible separation. Great job!
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A sparsity of words to create such depth of emotion! Well done.
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very sweetly worded 🙂
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That’s such an all revealing poem.
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Wonderfully painted.
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Intuition is a scary thing. Very nicely written!
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I love the feel of this.
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Strong and to the point! Love it!
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very nice poem well done from kevin
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