Open Poetry #45 |
different that way |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oh I liked the crackled view-- life was more palatable broken up in little bits-- I did not see the all of you. One of them had smoky edge-- she had it there behind a hedge. I felt warm protection as nearly deep as sank the wedge as it was, so it will be. Another served me Latte' as we both wept about what was-- Interlacing fingers we grieved the things that would not be: No idea that she meant us I left her with my cigarettes while I dashed for home, she phoned, saying "don't come back, I'm gonna go to bed." I think I like the spindle, best. It was designed to stand the test of rain, and snow, and all duress-- I played there on my own. I knew I was all alone pretending different circumstance-- in my Dad's backyard, I throned the table where I danced. I was a fat girl, sometimes slim depending on the whims within... and I played for roarous crowds (sometimes I said my "thanks" out loud) inured to laughter, I held court. Fantasy was favored sport. I dealt the cards and drew the grins on places where I thought my friends might have sat if they'd exist ed...to be perfectionist: I'm different, that way... |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
serenity blaze - yes, you are different in your writings, which make them so good... BC |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: And that fantasy was and is a wonderful gift, isn't it. Excellence in this write, with its melancholic moments wonderfully rendered. Love, Margherita |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Every line portrays that little girl within. You'll never grow old, K. You have too many fresh juices running through you. God bless, Rae |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I don't know whether I like the beginning best... or the ending... Maybe it's the in-between. *S* I just keep catching glimpses of a little girl who's different, too... but not you. *S* Here's to breaking the molds! *S* |
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