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elisalie16 Member
since 2006-07-12
Posts 118new jersey |
I walked down that slick black road with my back to the streetlights head down. My breath blew clouds at the windows that held heat and life and the stars seemed icy and cold. Sharp pin pricks in the sky. I was never really sure of a reason as I sat on the ground striking matches against the mist but I did it anyway one after another the sparks never giving into flames. Inside pots steamed and hissed but from the curb the only sound that reached my ears was tires splashing and car doors slamming. No jacket was ever heavy enough on those nights but the temperature never changed so it never really mattered. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
A very Gothic piece, elisalie. Dark, and full of nascent energy. Thank you. Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
There is so much to feel and see in this poem. I feel the dark and wet and desolation. I see the match lighting the darkness as puddles shine briefly before being blanketed by darkness again. I like this. A |
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rachaelfuchsberger
since 2007-02-21
Posts 609Las Vegas, NV |
This reminds me of a piece I wrote not long ago, but the name of the piece escapes me at the moment. The imagery is very clear, and while very dark, also very relevant. Goddess grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. |
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