AN EPISTLE FOR A WORKSHOP POEM
Hello Asimina,
Thank you for your recent submission of “I WANT YOU” for the Yellow Arrow Vignette on the theme of LUMINATE. We appreciate you taking the time to share your story and know how difficult that can be at times.
At the moment, we have decided not to include your submission in our issue. Still, we thoroughly enjoyed the rich language choices present in your poem. Our readers were captivated by the opening lines and noted that you have wonderful moments of strong, imaginative imagery scattered throughout the piece.
Here is a note from our guest editor:
I thank you for sharing your work with myself and the Yellow Arrow Vignette team. It has been an honor to read so many impressive works that show different facets of what it means to LUMINATE. We received many pieces full of light and accomplishment. While we cannot include every submission in the issue, I treasure the time I was able to spend with each work. We are very grateful to have engaged with your work, and are sure these pieces will find their home.
Warmly,
Zoё Huettl
Please consider submitting to the fall Yellow Arrow Journal (submissions open in August!) or for a different Vignette theme in the future as we are sure you have an incredible story to tell.
Warm regards,
Sydney and the Yellow Arrow Vignette Team
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I WANT YOU
when we were first introduced
we trembled the cloudy viscera
and my lonely breath
deepened like a soured boat
buzzing seagulls and dolphins compete
as if you knew
what our views
are plural and object of composition
as a clockmaker
in the harbor on an ideas
to become a mirror
of the whitewashed appartment
or else residence studio
as if you believe
more the hyper-sensible
than the the blur of this commonplace
population that walks
without coordinates
and is not what is lost
in the parapet of the camp
for a little peace
naturalness and other physiology
it should be said
as the “development of a polishing bicycle”
and only a love with beauty
without alienation but
only a need that requests
sense always to start
to write the truth
on a granite stone indelibly
after previously complete
and clear are the innermost
of the girl with blue eyes
in motion shifts towards
the place and the whole of Sir
who exemplary confides thirst
from never to ever religion
of benevolence of body
versus spirit and has nothing but power
of amphibious being.
hibiscus and eternal years
spent with parents happy
from every eugony of the population
where they are familiar again
crisp before they are first kissed
every day to perfect my underage body
bless what the pansy
and the geranium forget outside
on the terrace to have a paternal
to meet me with pots pollen
of the fly and planted jungle now
in the garden of the same autochthonous
and owned notable closed
and loathed Kazanova leaning
and hiding in a sound half-integral power
is born and you look
of my own new house construction
for flowing vowels of alphabet
perfection of renewed love
and how even a turning
of the heart to persuade the dream
with a slow movement
in the hand
that is thought
and manages to belong
to a blue spectrum
with a wish to be a sunshine
and the occasion
of un_wave_ring act
to endowment nothing is worth
more than a deep breath
it is understood that the road
where I live with recent asphalt
and former closed opposite garage
I am trawler boat
current notes
to have detachment
from anything
what happened
so far in dilemma or not.
mastic tree with their sweat
and receptivity to the palate
by nature foliage sixth-grader to
find the analogous of the talking technocracy
and without a spring
not like the other “about Word”
with the five seas
but to pass the unrivaled pomegranate
like Luck and blessing the underwater
sweet untouchable like a whisper outside
the hidden dark philosopher
with the other writing to me
trust in the senses of the orchards
because there the picture is interpreted
a little bit in shades
of glaucus like seven times an adult.
I reveal myself to the temple
peculiarities as they are covered
in love with the constant burning issues
of their momentum
without anyone learning it in
their mansions and the embroidered
cornices with thin gold thread
stitch remain the most difficult
reading of the last order
early spirit style
looks like appreciating the way
in which the love
is fancied in order
to control in what
is narrated with a lyrical presence
and erotic at the same time
the prolonged puberty
and we are therefore clearly
in that possibility of the work
we ignored as
and apart we perceive
by detachment of the soul
and the fuselage geometrically
with a mood in consciousness.
ASIMINA ANT. CHASANDRA