Little red boats that float in front of me, as I grow my two front teeth. Smile smile at me. Take a picture with me, with my two front teeth.
Little red boats that floated away from me, with their methodic spin that matched a rhythm, of my
waiting.
Little red boats that start to float. In cognac, red wine. To dine with the divine and the structure of a hip bone. Little red boats go thin. I sit
waiting.
I watch my little red boats, as they become bored of my grey, shift and translate, to a different generation. I watch my little red boats, as they shift translate, into a red ecstasy. And I
Smile. Smile, to a new red me.
It writes into me, the jaw of the things that make me bleed. As he tells me, smile, smile at me. So I smile me another daydream, watching little boats run far far away from me.
So I grow my two front teeth.
Wrap the
string
of my little red boats, tight around me.
Tell them. Tell them…
Smile. Smile. Smile at me, to a shutter noise of my red ecstasy. A document of my final whisper over their sea.
And I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I AM BACK YES!!! Please please tell me YOUR interpretation of this, because I am so interested to hear people’s ideas. Also tell me about your Summer, how is life? Get a classic British earl grey and have a chat w me.
Love, Misstery
I love this! Your words are so powerful! The transition from childhood to adulthood, the loss of innocence. I’m new to the blogging world, If you have a sec stop by & follow my fashion/ lifestyle blog!!
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XO, MK
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Thank you so much! So happy you enjoyed, I will do 🙂
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That gave me shivers. I’ll be honest I have no idea what it was about … I have an idea about the positive to negative (maybe something that was once good suddenly turning or realizing that it’s bad and suffocating; the two front teeth seems child-like so maybe started off innocent and becoming less so?) but I have no ideas what the boats represent. A great piece of writing though!xx
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Yes! I love that you picked upon on the idea of fading innocence. That being reflected through a change and shift through time and generations, hence the boats gets passed on to a new generation. The boats can represent anything that you had in your childhood then lost really. I’m so so glad you enjoyed, thank you so much for giving me your interpretation xx
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It was a genuinely really great poem; it’s clear you put a lot of effort and thought into it. Look forward to reading more!xx
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Thank you so much! ❤
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Love this, Misstery. So creative – it sounds like a melody to me.
Glad you’re back and so good to reconnect. Blessings, Debbie
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