Corner Pub #3 |
Mailroom Improv |
wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
you told me when I walked out of the mailroom that the exit sign reflected in my glasses two red-lettered lights over vacant eyes flashing so, is this a metaphor . . . I’m just an exit waiting to happen or am I an empty space where I just was and still the mail meter churns out 39-cent first-class red-ink impressions ker-chunk, ker-chunk I’m in the mailroom waiting to be stamped ‘address unknown’ RTS Ink runs from the corners of my mouth There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. ~Mark Strand |
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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa |
searching for one's place, where one belongs, is such a common occurance in this complex society we toil in. Well done dancer.....again the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I liked this. Your my kind of poet. (; -Juju |
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wordancer Senior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 809VA |
searching for one's place, where one belongs, is such a common occurance in this complex society we toil in. Peg, and yes, we end up in the darnest places...I never expected to be in my 8th year in this office ***moderately confused*** Juju...thanks for stopping by Ink runs from the corners of my mouth |
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kaila Junior Member
since 2006-12-24
Posts 37PA |
wordancer-- I love your energy and your images. You do not overstay your time in each stanza. Nor do you overstate what you mean. But the message is clear, and you left this smiling reader wanting more. kaila |
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