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Severn
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0 posted 2002-06-01 10:45 AM


She swings her legs, my mother,
laughing with her silly pig-tails,
twenty-one.

Would she have kept on swinging
if she had foreseen electric shock treatment
and the naked belief of her insanity
in the faces of the kindly, patronising nurses

I wonder -
would she have borne me?

The angry man:
he lashed a cord around the books I loved.
We were at war, but really, I know he tried.
It’s a pity the peace has died again
over something as inane as a plate.
What a shame, Dad.

I’d love to walk with you among those pine trees you planted.
Never mind.

And the girl.
She thinks if she writes in convolution,
a mess, someone will find her and make it all ok.
It doesn’t work that well though, little one,
when your omelettes are burned
on one side and nothing changes but location.

Like quilts  - it takes years to unravel patterns
by a thread.

Singing alone in the nights, singing ‘watching
bridges burn, everybody has to go.’
Funny, the stars have ceased to answer.
Maybe it’s because I live in a city
and I can’t see the sky anymore.

The face of distance:
Tell me Pooh, do you remember Roo and the Owl?  
I know his sleepy wings have settled in his gardens.
She though, ah yes, we’ll talk soon about soft pacific sands
and the weight of a smile. And tell me Pooh,
will you sail to the moon do you think?
Far from all this earth-bound sadness.

They have both left fairytale.

It’s like a cord snapping shut.
Closing around the capacity to care,
to give a damn,
to open like the lily and say
come on in, I’m here.

My friend and I, we walked tonight, and in the rain,
under the streetlight, I said ‘it’s only two weeks away
and you never ask how I am.’ Apparently,
he doesn’t know what to say, because of history.

I remember when I, young,
had eyes as guileless, and hurt,
as the whale’s song.
Vessel-like, I emptied pain into my palms
and hoped for better days.

[This message has been edited by Severn (06-01-2002 11:01 AM).]

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Seymour Tabin
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1 posted 2002-06-01 11:24 AM


Severn,
Aa very revealing write, well done, enjoyed the read.

Martie
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2 posted 2002-06-01 11:37 AM


Kamla

So much pain in this...it hurt!

So many expectations lead to so many disappointments.  Trust, love, friedship...all such true and heart laced things, seem sometimes to be less then the dream of them.  That is the hardest lesson of youth, I think...as is the fact that we are not children any more..

Sorry to ramble, your poem's fault.  You dipped your pen in so many feelings..that you gave me some.  Huggles!

PS..I tried to email you with the Passion's address for you, but it came back twice..can you please send me current, I seem to have lost it...thanks

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3 posted 2002-06-01 01:55 PM




(big hugggssssss) Oh Kamla, this is soooooo heartaching, sweet friend, I know this feeling so so much of adolescence, for I am living through this rough time right now where I know I am not a child anymore but I am also not free to make my own choices so I am caught in the crossover and I don't have much security! (sad sigh) My heart cries out to you, sweet friend, while all expectations may not be kept, know you will always be cared for, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kamla, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton


"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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K

I am at work right now and have tried several times to reply to this, and keep getting interrupted by actually having to work, and the simple truth is I am going to need some time to reply to this in a manner even approaching what I feel I should. For now, Satpsych X 100 and twice that in hugs and kind warm thoughts.

Remember the I in love you.

J

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5 posted 2002-06-01 06:15 PM


K? The silliness that I write could not compare to this--hand over heart hugs...

sometimes I wonder if you even know how lovely you are????

*hushed midi-k*

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6 posted 2002-06-01 06:49 PM


remember when I, young,
had eyes as guileless, and hurt,
as the whale’s song.
Vessel-like, I emptied pain into my palms
and hoped for better days.

Ouch...this hurts terribly, Kamla

A beautiful poem...

~ tearful hugs

Lyra

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7 posted 2002-06-01 10:55 PM


I haven't forgotten this-- just so you know
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J
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hk>lk

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8 posted 2002-06-01 11:08 PM


This write, is painful to read...
yet so incredibly remarkable!
~Hugs~

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9 posted 2002-06-02 12:18 PM


one of the things I love the most about the written word is how "easily" it can express and invoke multiple emotions at a given time, or alternately. even so, to take both tacks here is a stroke (either of luck or genius, you decide *grin*) knowing where this comes from, my automatic emotion when seeing your mom is a softly
sad feeling of concern and desire to comfort. it seems to me (and I'd have to look back to be sure) that you almost always start poems involving your mom in the past, when things were "good" and then, like a lightning strike, jump forward to the current reality. whether that's on purpose or not, I don't know, but it's an excellent tool for emphasizing the stark pain of the now… there can be no sweet without sour, sour without sweet. the contrast is vivid and always jumps at the throat.

next, I smile a bit, a grim one, I admit, but fitting to a darker humour in the question of whether you would even be here were she to have known - oh, and the tangents that sends the mind off on in regard to questioning the validity and fact of our existence.

then your dad - nowhere near the focal point of most of your writings… to see him here was a surprise. even though the reader doesn't know what the deal with the "plate" is, they can see the word "trivial" written across your tone very easily, I think. the emotion here was both sadness and a mite of anger at the words "lashed a cord around the books I loved" which can be read literally or metaphorically, in the sense, perhaps, of disallowing emotions, activities, you name it - it's one of those things that the reader will fill in the blank for themselves on. I also appreciated the small concession to him "trying," especially since, once again, it emphasized the contrast, this time in regard to the plate.

"What a shame, Dad." indeed. lose the comma though, but indeed.

"Never mind." (make it one word, would look better, and no, don't nevermind )

Next, you have a different kind of melancholy - you have the recognition of someone who tells the whole world the pain she's in, but in such a way as to keep away the possibility of resolution… one she's perhaps afraid to tackle. yet - there is that desire, that hope that "someone" will break through the maze and help to heal. I think here though, that the other person is the same one who made that maze of words…

omlettes and location - blech. I appreciate where you were trying to go with this, but I just got a picture in my mind of eggs spanning across miles (kilometres) and it was humourous - something ill-fitting this. either ditch the eggs for another metaphor (eggs in one basket indeed) or get rid f it altogether and leave "nothing changes but location" by itself, I think it'd work better.

"like quilts" - again, appreciate the direction, but is too… much, too soft, to obvious. don't need it.

a fitting song following the above, who's it by? I don't recognize it off the top of my head. still, if apropos, it is. the next made me sigh… the picture formed in my head of someone crowded in, and yet still alone. almost like losing all the friends (bridges burned) and finding yourself in a room full of strangers (city) - can be a lonely thing, and there is no connection to call upon (ceased to answer). excellent stanza, I liked this one the best of all.

the next - will ask you more about it next time we talk, but this one made me think of certain things that I don't know if you intended. still, I appreciate the inclusion of common symbolism through the characters… so where's Christopher Robbins? You HAVE to have a Christopher!

then, take the cliché and reword it, remake it into an image that says the same, yet presents it in an entirely different manner. I like that a lot! can a heart truly close? I don't think so… trust can though, and it's understandable… but the desire? one could argue about that. besides, flowers will always bloom sometimes (until dead) and as Eric sang - "It can't rain all the time…"

history. yeah. yeah.

you remember when you were young a lot - and I think you can find a better way to say that… it's too… mundane here and breaks a perfectly good stride. that wouldn't be so bad earlier on in the poem, but as a closing, it chokes and renders itself an unwelcome visitor. perhaps something like "younger I /eyes as guiless, and hurt…" just a suggestion. still, even with that skip at the beginning of the stanza, this closed perfectly (ha) with a strong, vivid image that sticks in the mind and heart. the imagery of pain into palms is powerful, and gives images that suggest more than acceptance, perhaps - aggression? ah well, hoped for better days… one could end an amazing poem that way… oh, you did.

hugs l'il k - proud and awed, for the emotions, but also for the presentation. the best in some time.

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10 posted 2002-06-02 12:29 PM


There is much emotion poured out into this one and loss is never an easy thing to accept. Sad, but a good read
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11 posted 2002-06-02 01:55 AM


a slideshow of non-forgotten images
become one's past
sad that we remember too much of the pathos
and too little of the glory days

You seem to have shaded your life in a poem
revealing those critical zero-hour moments
with a shaking hand of truth.

tsr

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12 posted 2002-06-02 02:02 AM


The outpouring of emotion in this piece is incredible.  You express your feelings well.  They are left out in the open for the reader to take a look at, but still seem somehow locked away as very much a part of yourself.  It's like looking at something through glass.  I don't know if I explained that well, but I hope you get the gist.  If not, just know know that this is a remarkable piece.  
*hugs*

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13 posted 2002-06-02 02:05 AM


I love the poetry in this the realness of it and yuh the Pooh in it!!
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14 posted 2002-06-02 02:18 AM


It’s a pity the peace has died again
over something as inane as a plate.
What a shame, Dad.

I’d love to walk with you among those pine trees you planted.
Never mind.


Your thoughts make me want to talk a bit more openly that I should, relating much to them.  I like the way you write.  That simple.  Hope it (my response) says more than it seems to.




Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer where I started
Chasing after you

Lifehouse


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15 posted 2002-06-02 04:05 AM


I wish I, too, could walk with you through those pines after having read this work of yours Very perceptive look into you my dear, dont know what else to say other than that.  {{{{{HUGZ}}}}}

Strive for higher levels, if they seem out of reach... Grow, and they will get closer.



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16 posted 2002-06-02 08:14 AM


Thank you all...I haven't the time right now to thank you all individually - but I will come back and do so. All of your words have been wonderful..

Hugs

K

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17 posted 2002-06-02 05:25 PM


Owl!?

Vat ees dees Owl character?>>>>>>>

"Wol" eef you pleeze

grrrr

une tres bon effort ma petit tigger (or something)


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18 posted 2002-06-02 06:08 PM


A nice expression of your feelings...I hope the days are better...James
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19 posted 2002-06-02 07:21 PM


Honest and bold, Severn. You continue to grow as a writer.

Core

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20 posted 2002-06-02 07:44 PM


Kamla~

'Like quilts  - it takes years to unravel patterns
by a thread.'


Remarkable thoughts permeate the entire piece~
This one touched me most tenderly~
*Hugs*
~*Marge*~

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21 posted 2002-06-03 12:13 PM


K,
I'm still contemplating an amazing journey of emotions from the mists of memory into the here and now of this very evening.
Excellent hardly seems appropriate.
As always.

coyote

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22 posted 2002-06-03 07:56 AM


I like to go places
they used to go
to feel what they used to feel

I don't know them as they are now


enjoyed you here ms

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23 posted 2002-06-03 09:03 AM


You've touched upon so many issues here, K... I've got to go back for several readings to get even the remotest feel of your full intent... Excellent write, as you always do, m'friend..
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24 posted 2002-06-03 09:24 AM


thank you
arthur

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25 posted 2002-06-03 11:25 AM


I think it has all been said, except maybe this..Wow!
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26 posted 2002-06-03 12:32 PM


Severn .... Arthur has said it best. Bob
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27 posted 2002-06-03 04:22 PM


I've always wondered why there has to be loss. . . I've been wondering it since the age of 10. . .

I realize now why there is loss. . . loss is the lesson that we have to know when we find. . .

quote:
It doesn’t work that well though, little one,
when your omelettes are burned
on one side and nothing changes but location.

not even if I use a non-stick pan??  I like this phrase here, this answer to the unspoken question. . .

quote:
They have both left fairytale.

I noticed. . . not, "they have both left the fairytale" (or, "their fairytale" or "my fairytale"). . . as though "fairytale" is a being, a place. . . or a state of mind. . . very impactful here. . .

quote:
Vessel-like, I emptied pain into my palms
and hoped for better days.

have you ever noticed that our hands aren't solid??  and that you only hold the bigger parts?  that's what you're doing here. . . holding on to the bigger parts. . . it's time to open your fingers. . .

this is superb. . . it's full of images and words that fit the realm of the mind perfectly. . . it's a trip, a journey, a look back, a look forward. . . and it's a goodbye. . . yes. . .



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28 posted 2002-06-03 04:56 PM


I'm at a loss for words
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29 posted 2002-06-03 06:43 PM


sigh...

more thank you's and hugs...still no time to reply individually like I want to...

god, you people are wonderful..

K

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30 posted 2002-06-04 08:10 AM


I can't see through clouds
but I can offer an umbrella
for when the rain comes too hard
and an extra pair of hands
when yours overflow with pain

truly, you rock tigs

   J


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31 posted 2002-06-04 10:52 AM


This is so very sad. Your expressions and life references are incredible. You're a special poet in your own gifted way. I stay truly amazed at how such sadness produces such poetic beauty.
This is truly remarkable and believe me when I tell you my heart is with you!

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32 posted 2002-06-04 08:51 PM


Finally, some time for some personal replies...

Sy - I also seem to do the revealing thing, but usually at different levels..this one was particularly revealing I agree..Thank you Sir.

Martie - again, thanks to both you and Taylor for your care and concern - very sweet...huggles. Yes - it's not so much expectation, as it is the fact of simple loss.

Noah - well, my adolescent days are past, you'll find as you move into your 20's that loss is as unavoidable as bad weather. Freedom has a price...thanks..

J - replied to you later..

midi K (heh) - smiling here...nothing you say is silliness..and do we ever see ourselves how others see us? I certainly appreciate the way you see me, and thank you for it dear...cuddles.

Lyra - thank you. Emotion has a way of bleeding itself through words sometimes. Sometimes it's the only recourse..

J - lol...still later..

Nancy - thank you for responding in such a way that you felt this...

C - ah well. Later on, when I have yet more time, in fact - maybe in two weeks or more - we can discuss this properly yes? In the meantime, just a few things. After much thought - for now, I'm keeping the eggy thing, cause I like it. So there. Also - please go and put 'nevermind' into your spell check. Compare it to 'Never mind' Heh. Sticking out tongue. Seriously though. Your effort made me say a mental '...' and I am still very very touched by it. You have honoured my creativity, and the feelings that inspired my creativity. Thank you hon. Definitely more later..

Ruth - so nice to see you my friend. No, it is never easy to accept, no indeed. Thankees..

S rider - this is a nice way of seeing it: zero hour moments. These are but a few of those too lol...Although, loss is sad, I'm aware it does add strength to our character...

Chelle - I do indeed get the gist..In fact, I would say that's a very accurate assessment. Locked away behind glass - I like it. Thank you hon.

Walty - you a pooh fan too eh? haha...this is a special pooh...and a special roo and wol (dare not say owl...) thanks you

Duncan - without being trite, I'll just say that sometimes it is not what is said, but what isn't that expresses the most. Your response fits the latter category for sure. Thank you..

Mr thunder - smile. What you said is quite sufficient and thanks for it, and the hug...

Furlong? - FURLONG?? - Gasp. Even though I wormed it out of a certain furry someone how you came to see this, I'm still shocked...and terribly sorry about the non de plume heh...huggles huggles huggles. You know how I feel right?

JamesM - thank you. Time is the answer, it's said. I have my opinions on that...perhaps it's all relative...

Core - hey girl. I could say the same of you, having just read the mushroom poem which really blew me away. Thankees..

Marge - been awhile Thank you so much for stopping by. Glad my thoughts touched you lady..

Coy - smile. We all have these journeys do we not? some more than others...would it be biased to say that a poet's heart is often journeying more than many others? Probably, but that is how it feels...thank you hon.

DS - as always your thoughts are appreciated. It's all quite mutual mr poet.

Nani - huggles...and thanks for reading my wail ~grin~ re-reading? You know there's no greater compliment..

arthur - you're welcome, said as solemnly as the thank you..

Sandra - a wow is always good lol...it means that someone is kind of speechless, and THAT is a really nice thing to think that one's poetry has achieved..

Bob - then you may read my reply to Arthur and join in the solemnity...

Sven - ah, then a fellow sufferer of early loss. Not a nice thing to think on is it? Yay, someone likes the egg image (so there C)...And in a way, this fairytale was a place. A state - a happy place, like a square of comfort and security. All hemmed in at the edges - gone now though. Huggles, and thanks for the reply - muchly appreciated..

Cirrus - yes, it seems you are.

Jamie - that's precious dear. You rock too, Pooh. Don't be go leavin' any fairytales k? Hugs hon...Sound of music soon...

Ethome - I think many hearts have experienced this kind of loss, the burning kind - that leaves you unable to be the same again. Thank you for your empathy, and the compliments and for reading..


thanks again all -

K

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33 posted 2002-06-05 03:09 PM


Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever.

J

From Edelweiss of course

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34 posted 2002-06-07 01:26 PM


wow........love this, from beginning to end, from the style and tone, to the images....unfortunately, I can relate to this all too well, you could have written 'me' instead of she.....great write lady
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35 posted 2002-06-07 07:51 PM


K,
Such an impactful poem. I'm not toying with life's sorrows when I tell you in some ways it made mine pale by comparison. Very well done. Thank you for sharing such a personal poem.

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36 posted 2002-06-07 09:03 PM


I agree with Marge . . . leave that quilt line in there.
Complex piece.

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37 posted 2002-06-07 09:05 PM


Singing alone in the nights, singing ‘watching
bridges burn, everybody has to go.’
Funny, the stars have ceased to answer.
Maybe it’s because I live in a city
and I can’t see the sky anymore.

Just me, again...reading a bit differently this time.


Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely and complete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me

Lifehouse

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38 posted 2002-06-08 02:34 AM


i KNOW never...mind is two words... so, if you van tell me you never modified a word, or created one, then i'll accept that arguement. otherwise, it was simply a preference, wanting to push it out in one shot, to heighten the impression of "putting it off."
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39 posted 2002-06-08 02:35 AM


oh, and it's one week now.
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40 posted 2002-06-08 06:11 AM


Jpooh - affectionate smile. Yay...

Jbeans - hon, I think so many can relate to loss, and the suffering of it. And the reluctant acceptance..thank you dear.

Larry -   Thank you for your reply, and you know what? Honestly, I don't believe in comparison - everyone's loss is as vital, as near to the heart, as another's. Maybe it isn't felt the same, or to the same degree...but if a loss is felt, and it grieves - why do we need degrees? I know of the recent loss you yourself have suffered, and I know you know the nearness of loss - and how it rips inside. Hugs to you, in your empathy, and time of sadness.

Sir Arthur - I like it myself, that line - it says a lot, simple though it may be. Thank you so much for reading.

Duncan - as I say re-reads are always so gratifying and such a compliment. I appreciate yours, cheers..

C - phooey. Sticking out tongue...no WAY am I making never mind, nevermind...blech. BLECH I say. Heh...oh - I forgot, the song - who else could it be but Travis?

And I know! YAY BOUNCE. Hard to believe yes?


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41 posted 2003-05-09 01:56 PM


a bump up cos i want to read later
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42 posted 2003-05-09 05:27 PM


I know I've read this, I know I did.

Where in the world is my response?

Sigh.

Here now, with great understanding...

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I always like to see someone bringing up an archived poem so we can enjoy it again or read something we missed the first time around.
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44 posted 2003-05-09 11:17 PM


Hi K,

I can't help picturing myself as Red Riding Hood, gushing "Oh what magnificant writing this is!" and you as the big black wolf answering "Oh, all the better to read me with!"...heee, pardon my corny ways

Tell me, does it bother you when a poem is successful and readers build their elation upon your sore spots? I feel chilled and empathetic but I must confess the satisfaction of reading a well-written poem outweighs all other emotions...and it was rather delightful trying to peel all the layers of this onion-piece

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in the faces of the kindly, patronising nurses
~you had me checking the dictionary to double check the meaning of "patronising"...and this one word made me relate instantly to the author--there are a lot of emotions i can deal with but not sympathy. I hate it when people put up with more than usual from me because they are sorry

We were at war, but really, I know he tried.
~I could feel an outpouring of emotion surging within myself as i read that line...for the roles of the parent-child have been reversed here and it just isn't fair that the child should be more mature and indulge the fancies of the parent

It’s a pity the peace has died again
over something as inane as a plate.
~think Chris might have said something similar but in any case, you made me realise that as a poet, it isn't necessary that your poem should comprise of details understandable by the reader...i don't know what's up with the plate (perhaps the author broke it) but it doesn't matter

nothing changes but location.
~another outpouring of emotion...its understated tone just makes the reader feel more...perhaps because the reader has to work a bit harder before he realises the intent of this line...so when he does get it, he feels included in a secret with the author and snorts at oblivious readers who pass it by...appeals to the superiority complex!

Like quilts  - it takes years to unravel patterns by a thread.
~clever

and the weight of a smile.
~loved this

My friend and I, we walked tonight, and in the rain,
under the streetlight, I said ‘it’s only two weeks away
and you never ask how I am.’ Apparently,
he doesn’t know what to say, because of history.
~I like this stanza a whole lot...you know you might have lost a friend when he is apprehensive of reaching out to you...then you start obsessing about camaraderie, about how friendship can't stand the test of time, whether it all has been a lie etc etc etc

Vessel-like, I emptied pain into my palms
and hoped for better days.
~Fabulous!


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