
It’s such a fine line between art and vandalism.
When you bombed every wall of my soul
– ‘You and I, babe, we’ll last forever’ –
I carried your murals within me,
Ignorant of their power.
Never mind forever, we didn’t last a year.
But you sprayed your tags in indelible ink
And no other guy has found a way to buff them.
They keep burning within me.
At night, when I can’t sleep,
I revisit your words and marvel at their beauty.
How real they seem
When you never ever meant them.
I should have seen you’re quite the con artist.
***
Be honest: Have I stretched the graffiti metaphor too far?
What I can say is the poem sounds good in my ears. I am still learning about graffiti. So I can’t say much about it.
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Thank you! That’s the main thing 🙂
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Thank you.
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Honestly, it’s just a good extended metaphor to me. 🙂
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Glad to hear it. Thank you 🙂
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Nope, not for me 😀 I love metaphors and I think you did a wonderful job! Love it, Sonya! 😀
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Ah, that’s a relief. Thank you, Annie 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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definitely not! this is such a beautiful piece! thank you for sharing ❤
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Thank you for your lovely comment 🙂
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I really like the metaphor, you pulled it off very well, in my opinion. Anyways, that’s what poetry is all about, taking two different images and merge them together, and in this case, it’s a vandalized wall and a broken heart. 🙂
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Thanks, Alixa, glad you think so 🙂
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This is great; you didn’t stretch the graffiti metaphor too far, not at all, you stretched it just far enough to fit your poem comfortably within it. These two lines are especially arresting: “But you sprayed your tags in indelible ink
And no other guy has found a way to buff them.”
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Thank you, Melinda!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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