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Fire Engine Red |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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Glass trinkets on a sill Cobalt jars, jade jugs, Amber faces of presidents LBJ and Nixon memorialized On salt-n-pepper shakers Dreaded childhood visits Lonesome lackadaisical lady With her “Fire Engine Red” wig Siamese cat snatched it up While she snored loudly Covered chintz couch Perfectly bald, mouth agape Cruel kids cackling, Sharp eyes sponging All night cocktail hour Lawrence Welk blaring Peanuts sparingly served Wooden bowl on glass table Cloying White Shoulders Triggering bad memories Disappointment de jour Uninspired callous wit Pining for a dead father Slurred salutations, Her hand held high Glass of vodka on ice Rattling tall bottles So carefully chilled As though running out Might signal disaster Reclusive last days Escaping at night Fast food receipts Car wallpaper A neighbor called After it was over I imagined Flames flicking Glass shattering Searing last breath Echoes elongated in Ashen shadows Unforgettable stench Sliding glass door now Wavy Object de Art Charred, crispy casualties Glass knick-knacks Melted mysteries Plus six liters of vodka, Saved by the refrigerator © 1999 Corinne Bailey |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Such a sat testament to a life, Corinne - Isn't it odd the insignificant details we remember...?? |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Corrine - I felt the tragedy in this. You have written well of the lonely desperation of one consumed by consumption. This is a heartfelt piece. Your portrayal was vivid. The saddest thing is that it is unfortunately not an isolated event. Thanks for sharing. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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lostboy Member
since 1999-11-21
Posts 275New Hampshire, USA |
Wow Corinne, I could see as I read, all this unfolding. Very sad indeed. |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Somehow saying this is a wonderful poem just doesn't fit...so I'll say it's a definite work of art. "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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U K Hero Member
since 1999-08-08
Posts 266England |
Enjoyed the read Corinne. Its a style I'm still trying to get the hang of and I have to say you've handled it beautifully. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wow, this is absolutely packed full of visual imagery. Well done  |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Sad tale. Well done, Corinne. Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Very impressive work. Enjoyed. |
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