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The Saddest Words |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The ceiling thins Like the way that our Mouths close before We let someone in. The stuttering of feet, The stutter of our hands, Like leaves that perish When snow rushes Upon the veins That shield them. We never understand Why the air we breathe Can also plant a chill Among the people we see. The words we speak They seem obsolete, As if were children With freckles Freshly endowed upon our faces, Scampering after one another, Chasing a game, Without a sweeping thought, A meaning, or religion. The words are lies, Unless the stuttering turns to calm, And the games, all of a sudden, Carry a meaning. |
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RogueandPoet Member
since 2007-06-04
Posts 126Oregon |
Some nice imagery. I can't say that I "got' it but I did enjoy. |
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Lincoln Member
since 2007-12-03
Posts 62Earth |
Beautiful poem!! "The words are lies, Unless the stuttering turns to calm, And the games, all of a sudden, Carry a meaning." I'm loving this. "When your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die." -Shannon Hoon |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
"The ceiling thins Like the way that our Mouths close before We let someone in." This reminded me of snakes. Then those following words were from "him". my thought. Beautiful poems again. You write very well. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Appreciate the comments, happy you all enjoyed. Tomer |
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