haunted
an inverse poem, to be read both forward and backwards, line-by-line.
this beautiful life
lies, haunted sometimes by
prophecy
a dream told me, once…
ready?
i will die when i’m
thirty-eight—
not a sentence
contained in my dream
is possibly
fate, misconstrued.
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Comments (10)
This was a haunting and thought-provoking read, and “I will die when i’m” I such a pivotal line to anchor the middle of this. Nicely done👏🏾
Wow expertly done. I think that opening line is crucial, because it is the beautiful life you are talking about that is haunted but in reverse you’re saying it’s haunted by the beautiful life. That’s such an interesting concept, I had to read that backwards and forwards a few times. Excellent stuff!
Wow! Well done!😊💕
Beautifully done, Morgana. Each direction reads with its own distinct sensibility.
Those lines in the center just slam into your gut. I loved the change in meaning when it hits them. Brilliantly done, Morgana :)
Gorgeous work. Def one of the best I've seen.
This is kind of haunting, yet beautiful. Nice balance of poetic wording with a detailed thought. Well done
Cool poem
i will die when i’m thirty-eight— i will die when i’m Ready this beautiful life lies, haunted sometimes by prophecy prophecy lies, haunted sometimes by this beautiful life I am haunted by this poem. I keep reading it over and over, but the emotion does not pass.
Crikey. I admittedly am still struggling with my inverse ideas so far...but this is fantastic work, Morgana. As usual, you are making us think while expressing some deep emotions. Well done, very well done, miss!