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same skies |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
There was the same sky in Brest and in San Francisco, A sky makes of oranges and strawberries, apples, And the poet knew that the earth was round and beautiful, That the girls lie down when they love. By coming back from the cinema, nothing was more similar, The poet had seen the movie of his life and stars, A life where the real poet does not have a word to say, Where he walks only by drawing a white trail But he saw the same madnesses in eyes, The same sadnesses and the same hopes, Nobody anymore listened to peace birds There was the same sky in Brest and in San Francisco. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Where the 'white trail' begins is sad and where it ends is more sad. I drew one once yann and it nearly killed me. I know longer use paint, but chalk. It washes off when the rains come. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks bluesy, i undestand, this is a fictive image here, just my imagination, and noone would be harmed yann |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...james |
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DaysofView Member
since 2014-04-01
Posts 433Just A Slice Of The Pie |
I sure like this poem. I like all your poems Yann but I need to comment on more of them! I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather...not like the passengers screaming in the back of his car. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Sane sky here too, yann. It's our job, as poets, to make it beautiful. |
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