Open Poetry #46 |
my living room window |
shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
my living room window frames an out of focus photograph of the house across the street but in my front yard on each of a hundred apples with the ambition of a berry I clearly see the condensed mist that hangs from each like a child who has walked onto a diving board too high, like a first time skydiver as the window weeps the phone rings it is my sister her friend’s son was found by the mother hanging in the garage on my way to my sister I pass the window again the droplets have all fallen and I will never know if they fell to a gust of wind, a flock of birds, or the vibration from the footsteps of passing strangers poetry podcasts, blogs and photopoems at URL= http://anthonyarmstrong.ca |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
But then it's all relative, isn't it? Kids and suicide. I firmly believe that as we grow in technology to where we don't have to think for ourselves (and that day is fast approaching) kids wake up one morning and can't figure out ANYTHING and instead of fighting back (because we shouldn't fight, kiddies) they hang themselves. Either that or replay Columbine massacre. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(!$! |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
this is quite disturbing how the suicide seemed so everyday...it is all too true. Good write! ebm |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Very moving write and true about young minds. Fine writing. "Hardwork pays in the long run" |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Deep feelings remain in a whirlpool of questions. They never seem to get flushed away while ordinary life gets drained everyday. Excellent expression. Eric |
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