11.9

they fed from her bosom

upon entering the stage

but later fled their home

and heritage

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


7 Comments on “11.9”

  1. treblatsirc says:

    Really good; tight construction. I appreciate the use of a visually rhyming word, like heritage, but one that actually doesn’t rhyme when spoken. It forces the reader to pause on the word; consider it and add weight to it. It reminds me of Jim Morrisons work

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  2. dollfacexox23 says:

    I agree with treblatsirc, it really makes a person stop and think. For me, it made me reread the poem a few more times, reading out loud as well as in my head.

    Also, I felt I could relate to the meaning I took from this poem. I really liked it.

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  3. Leroy says:

    This is a great art piece my friend. i feel i could relate to this on the surface, and yet, if i dig myself deep into the trenches of mother earth’s core my connection would become stronger and stronger.

    i think i would feel this same feeling if i was to stare at Rothko’s ‘Black on Black’ for an extended period of time.

    Thank you my friend

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  4. I of July says:

    treblatsirc – thank you so much man… wow thank you 🙂 🙂

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  5. I of July says:

    dollfacexox23 – I appreciate you 🙂 thank you

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  6. I of July says:

    Leroy – you are wonderful, thank you for such insightful feedback – love Rothko, John Logan’s Red is one of the best playscripts I’ve ever come across 🙂

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  7. treblatsirc says:

    You’re welcome

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