I haven’t done a lot with poetic forms. Something inside of me chafes at the notion of trying to fit the body of a poem, beating heart and all, into a prescribed number of lines or a particular shape or meter. I did enjoy this exploration of palindrome verse, though, also known as mirror poetry.
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When I say I’m stuck
when I take a breath,
let it go
oh
will you tell me
now’s the time
release
all the words,
all the color,
weeping for freedom
to move forth
towards the larger world,
will you steady my shoulders
look into my eyes
like you really know me
and say stop
like you really know me
look into my eyes
will you steady my shoulders
towards the larger world,
to move forth
weeping for freedom
all the colors,
all the words,
release
now’s the time
will you tell me
oh
let it go
when I take a breath
when I say I’m stuck.
–Melinda Coppola
Very nice. Image too. I like how it opens the reader up to wider realms, peeks out, then recedes.
Thanks, Alexa!
Melinda
I’m kind of surprised… not your usual star in the sky…
Paul
Hi Paul. Thanks for reading, as always. I suppose I don’t claim to own stars———not a single one, not the hundreds or thousands whose light might briefly be reflected in my eyes.
I feel soothed by the whole poem. You appeal for direct relationship, for aid in this difficult world. And in doing so model what we all need to do. I love this poem! ❤️