Poetry Review: BROKEN FLOWERS by R.M. Drake

 

4 Stars

(Not his best, but definitely awesome)

 

“I Used to Love You” by R.M. Drake

And I loved you

for the way you wrote music on my skin.

And you loved me

for the way I played the strings on your hair,

and together we made love in such a way

that artists do

when they create their works of art.

But in the end, none of that mattered,

for you were just another music lover,

and I

was just another one of your songs.

Poem: How to Not Forgive by Trista Mateer

How to Not Forgive

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When I was small,

I remember my mother saying

that she believed aliens helped build the pyramids.

She used to keep crystals around.

She used to carry healing stones.

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She used to believe my father would always come back to her.

Now that she is older,

she prays to the nail marks in someone’s palms

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but i don’t think she believes in forgiveness anymore.

She sent me to Sunday school in little floral dresses,

not to torture me but to learn this.

Hurt me once: shame on me.

Hurt me twice: shame on me.

Hurt me three times: shame on me but fuck you.

Hurt me four times and we’ll get severed-head biblical.

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We will pick up stones.

And now that I am older,

I don’t give a damn about sin.

I will be the first to cast one.

(A poem from this amazing collection)

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R.M. Drake’s Haunting Poetry

 

She was broken from moment to moment

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watching her world collide 

she felt lost inside herself.

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She fell apart for a passion

that flamed beneath her.

She waited

and died a hundred times, 

it dripped from her pores.

The moment she let go,

she soared

over the stillness

like the star she was born to be.

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(A poem from Science.)

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I’m a fan of poetry.  Good poems teach me lessons in writing.  

A poet must be concise, descriptive, and emotional all in a few lines. 

 

That’s a pretty goddamn awesome skill to have. 

 

So . . . I’m always reading poetry. 

 

And Robert M. Drake has always had a luscious way with words. 

 

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How could I live above the water 

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or breathe under it?

How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you?

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Falling or flying towards you.

Losing or finding myself in you

and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are,

for now i know

the means

never the word

to catch all that you are

for now i know the means

of the infinite

and it all starts and ends with you.

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I definitely enjoyed the poetry! I found the author just from walking around Wynwood in Miami and seeing his poetry written on the sidewalks. Later, I googled him and found his books.

This one is definitely a keeper!! I give it FIVE STARS!!