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I underestimated the importance of a silver arrow slicing through my body
Your silver arrow slicing
Your slicing that felt like death because it made me think I was alive again
The previous time I believed the tincture of your poetry was concentrated upon the subject of my own poetry, small doses that mixed into a powerful story
But the truth was your potency was beyond my ability
And I fell in disrepair
I’m the Out of order poet, with no one to fix it
Potent; understand how deep it goes


Comments (3)
I love the imagery Melissa. The silver arrow cutting between life and death - wow!
And now I'm just dying to know whose poetic potency has left you feeling poetically impotent?
Out of order poet, I especially loved that. This was such an intense and poignant poem!