Falling into place
I am of a land
bombed into liberation
redrawn with scars etching
their way into promises you made
long before you were born.
Eyes locking
after impact.
Hope
defusing.
bombed into liberation
redrawn with scars etching
their way into promises you made
long before you were born.
Eyes locking
after impact.
Hope
defusing.
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The explosive visual you gave and your attention to line breaks was mastery. J’ai tellement aimé lire, Fanny.
So much accomplished with few pieces. Scars etching /their way into promises you made/long before you were born – haunts.
Even the poem looks like a bomb. This expertly done.
So much truth in this poem: because of and beyond the words, the shape, the title. Well engineered!
Love the line:
redrawn with scars etching
their way into promises you made
long before you were born.
Great use of shape! Well done, Fanny!
Striking, disconcerting poem.
Powerful:
” redrawn with scars etching/their way into promises you made/long before you were born.”
The word redrawn speaks volumes.
The shape of the poem shows the explosion of liberation well.
Powerful use of poetry and form to tell a devestatingly current and timeless truth.
This poem makes a powerful point, with the phrasing and form!