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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
What was in the air what when accentuated wails break for breathers turn quiet cries cause return from a strange city a return to the womb some familiar country, enhanced another feeling a year removed on the upper floors one gets a lucky program at ticket counters there is a man who wails woman who screams banshee on the run siren in the wind the voice is caught ears cannot be cleared of that return in the air turbulent waves commotion and fuss what when wails turn inside return to birthplaces reenter to another face enhanced cries pitch for that surge years peal their skins raw to the touch from one floor to the next one gets that lucky scream bizarrely joyful In the same town on the upper floors when the air is frigteningly still a child lies still a cry stabs the night time has not healed [This message has been edited by wordwizard (07-07-2007 10:35 PM).] |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
A whale (wail) of a poem  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"when the air is frigteningly still a child lies still a cry stabs the night time has not healed" Sadly, those cries too often fall on non-listening ears. |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I was swept away by the same part as Midnitesun ... In the same town on the upper floors when the air is frigteningly still a child lies still a cry stabs the night time has not healed And, yes, too often the cries are unheard. Alison |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
thanks for your kind words  |
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