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Spectrum
X marks the spot
Where I left you,
Where I loved you,
Where you lived
In my heart.
X marks the spot
Where I carved you out
And all that remains
Is a fading scar.
Here we are, after the fact, after the fall out, after the breakdown of us. Here I am, reminiscing, reliving, reviling, recounting when you were mine. We were something, and now we're nothing, so I'm here, trying to make sense of us, and you, and who you wanted me to be. It's a spectrum, in every sense of the word.
Where I left you,
Where I loved you,
Where you lived
In my heart.
X marks the spot
Where I carved you out
And all that remains
Is a fading scar.
Here we are, after the fact, after the fall out, after the breakdown of us. Here I am, reminiscing, reliving, reviling, recounting when you were mine. We were something, and now we're nothing, so I'm here, trying to make sense of us, and you, and who you wanted me to be. It's a spectrum, in every sense of the word.
87 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 29, 2020
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About the author
D.E. Kerr
5 books21 followersD. E. Kerr writes confessional poetry and fiction within Melbourne, Australia, on her phone or laptop, scrawled in notebooks or on napkins - whatever she can find to write upon. She was featured in the 2018 charity poetry anthology "Please Hear What I'm Not Saying" edited by Isabelle Kenyon, all proceeds of which went to MIND, a UK based mental health charity. Her debut poetry collection “Carnival Games” will be released on April 21st 2018 in both e-book and paperback.
When not writing, she can be found reading with coffee or tea (usually coffee), playing Legend of Zelda, or watching an obscene amount of a TV series in a short amount of time.
Connect with her on the following platforms to keep up to date on her latest projects:
Instagram: @dekerr
Facebook: www.facebook.com/dekerrwriter
When not writing, she can be found reading with coffee or tea (usually coffee), playing Legend of Zelda, or watching an obscene amount of a TV series in a short amount of time.
Connect with her on the following platforms to keep up to date on her latest projects:
Instagram: @dekerr
Facebook: www.facebook.com/dekerrwriter
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May 10, 2021
An issue I find with a lot of confessional poetry is that, after a while, the bitterness all sounds the same. If that's the subject matter they've chosen. In those cases, it comes down to the quality of the prose written to set each poet apart.
And that right there is why I've always loved reading this poet's writing. Some of the lines and rhymes and alliteration just roll off the tongue. These are words written by a person who's obviously taken time to understand and embrace the ways in which the English language can be played with.
This author has always been very good at finding the positive in picking herself up after being torn down by others. And hope is a great note to end these kinds of collections. Even more than that, though? This collection had a bittersweetness to it, a maturity that comes with the relationships where no one was the bad guy, and things ended anyway.
It is told in four sections, the bloom of love, the immediate aftermath, then again after things have had time to settle and, finally, an overview or sort of an epilogue called 'Epitaphs and Mental Photographs'. Wistfulness and whatifs are sprinkled all the way throughout, to make a for story where all the notes of hope aren't found only at the end.
On that note, I absolutely love the title of this book which, on reflection, labels perfectly the kind of poems of the past that are likely to be here.
And that right there is why I've always loved reading this poet's writing. Some of the lines and rhymes and alliteration just roll off the tongue. These are words written by a person who's obviously taken time to understand and embrace the ways in which the English language can be played with.
This author has always been very good at finding the positive in picking herself up after being torn down by others. And hope is a great note to end these kinds of collections. Even more than that, though? This collection had a bittersweetness to it, a maturity that comes with the relationships where no one was the bad guy, and things ended anyway.
It is told in four sections, the bloom of love, the immediate aftermath, then again after things have had time to settle and, finally, an overview or sort of an epilogue called 'Epitaphs and Mental Photographs'. Wistfulness and whatifs are sprinkled all the way throughout, to make a for story where all the notes of hope aren't found only at the end.
On that note, I absolutely love the title of this book which, on reflection, labels perfectly the kind of poems of the past that are likely to be here.
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