Poetry

New

New

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Light flickers. The last petal of a rose

breaks off and paints the counter top red. She grabs

the vase and cleans out its contents. Fade to dark, the light

drowns as she embraces a new flower. ‘You’ll rip apart.

Naive little thing, there’ll always be another.’


Photographer Unknown

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23 comments on “New

  1. Your words were so well and delicately put. I enjoyed this.

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  2. Nicely written… Very, mediphorically poetic..

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  4. i love your imagery

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  5. There is depth in this poem about the rhythms of life and death.

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  6. my valiant soul

    Amazing!

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  7. πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ

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  8. Really enjoy the structure of this poem!

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  9. Very well written

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  10. But Is there? Is there another?

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