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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
From the core it burns through the feilds of joy it blazes into the darkness it smothers rainbows dance over the earth we hover silently we pine within although together Into slumber I fall warmth behind me a chill within me three hearts are heard to beat The car travels on down an empty road one headlight out the other steering toward obscureness Answering the phone a voice is heard dialogue is an illusion gumption is spoken phone drops the connection cut Early morning Sign of warning life within danger is near persecute the battle notify the body of the womb that beats cancel the fore warning place a pillow beneath my head rock the crib sing me a lullaby for I am your only baby |
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snuffleupagus Junior Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 11 |
I don't get it? |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
snuffle...It is your own interpretation that makes poetry read...It is mine that makes it write... hint...before sleep,during sleep, and waking from sleep...yet everything takes place while in bed! blueloon |
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mia Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 118 |
Maybe this is going to sound really weird and this thought will maybe not be properly conveyed but here I go. There is nothing like good salad. You know, all those beautiful fresh veggies, that you picked in the garden that you are growing in your backyard, tossed together to create a whole. What sweet taste in your mouth. Well a poem is really like a salad...some poeple like ceasar, some like garden or potato but the combination is still delicious to the perosn who eats in and it is opening your mind to try a variety of flavors. Blueloon...this poem was one of the best salads that I ever tasted...your words were carefully picked in the garden of your mind, they were tossed together to create a perfect whole and I ate with appetite. You are a wonderful cook and I look forward to tasting more of your dishes... luv mia |
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quote99 Junior Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 17US |
Huh? I was so confused and lost on this one. I love salad too, but this seemed overtossed to me. Like putting lettuce and spaghetti together. |
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mia Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 118 |
You are a poet right? Well haven't you ever just had a rush of words splash in your mind and it's like your pen can't keep up...like your thoughts are going a thousand miles a second... and these words...when they appear...they make sense to you. They don't have to make sense to anyone else... as long as they speak your heart. What you feel. They don't eaven have to mean a thing. Poetry is an expression of yourself it makes a statement. You read this poem...you commented and so the author of this one had his words read and seen, which is what he wanted by posting it here. Anyways... not every poem was written to be understood... simply to be felt. And you felt something when you read...the poem reached its goal. I like it. |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
Thank you Mia for your kind words... quote99, If you read my reply to snuffle there may be a hint as to what I was trying to convey...a young unmarried women scared that she may be with child..."three hearts are heard to beat" yet there are only two people in the bed. blueloon |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Aaahhh blueloon, once again, you challenge my mind to keep up with yours!! Loved it, and also thought it deserved to go to the top again!! ------------------ - poet FemmeFatale "The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
Thank you again for your kind words... blueloon ------------------ To give yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. -shakespeare |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
yanno, ol' Blue This hare board is for ussen menfolk, too! Yew cain't go confusin' us wif them thar purty werds. - lol I had a little trouble following this poem - I thought it had something to do with a baby, but then you slam dunked me with the end. You are very, very complex. I actually find that I enjoyed this poem - now - I gotta go back and read it again because I forgot what it said. :-) |
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blueloon Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 161NY |
LngJhn, I must say that you were right it is about a baby...or what I thought was going to be a baby...false alarm...so that leaves me the other baby....a little too complex to explain I guess... Thanks for the feedback though...you're the greatest! blueloon |
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