Poetry

By Myself

Sometimes when I’m by myself i cry.

I don’t know why the tears flow

more easily in the solitude of my own mind.

When I fly.

Alone.

They come.

My heart open wide.

Vulnerable to the memories,

pains,

and joys of my life.

Like a songbird that waits for the break

of dawn to open its throat and sing with everything it has,

quieting it’s music in the full light

I fight

the urge to burst,

seemingly with all the strength I have

and so much so

it hurts.

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Matt Adamik
Flash Fiction

Fire Fight

This poem was written for the #3lineThursday challenge and received an Honorable Mention nod. Judge’s Thoughts below are courtesy of the generous Janelle Segarra.

Octane charged recriminations spew
Spittle seasoned with resentment and Bourbon peppers us
Psyches blister, lose another layer

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“I CHOSE THIS POEM FOR ITS FERVOR AND INTENSITY.  I WAS PULLED IN BY THE STRONG WORDING AND IMMENSELY POWERFUL IMAGERY.  I LOVE THE WAY THE FIRST TWO LINES ARE IGNITED, HOWEVER , THE LAST LINE SEEMS TO ADMIT THE COMING OF DEFEAT.  THAT LAST LINE ESSENTIALLY RELINQUISHES A BIT OF THE POWER DISPLAYED IN LINES ONE AND TWO.  THE FIRST TWO LINES ARE BLATANTLY VISUAL WHEREAS THE LAST LINE IS MORE POETICALLY EXPLANATORY IN THAT YOU CANNOT ACTUALLY SEE A PSYCHES DAMAGE AND LOSE A LAYER BUT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT BECAUSE OF THE ACTIONS IN LINES ONE AND TWO, LINE THREE IS THE UNWANTED BUT NATURAL OUTCOME. THE FIRST TWO LINES ARE CONTENTIOUS WHICH TYPICALLY SIGNIFIES THE PASSION AND HOPE ARE STILL THERE, CONVERSELY THOUGH, THAT LAST LINE INFORMS US THAT LAYERS HAVE PREVIOUSLY BEEN LOST, AND WITH THIS FIERY EXCHANGE, ANOTHER IS LOST.  ONE CAN GATHER THAT THERE AREN’T MANY LAYERS LEFT TO LOSE.”

JUDGE’S THOUGHTS

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