New York, New York. A poetic Journey.

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marialapachet
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since 2003-07-05

Posts 4

0 posted 2003-07-05 11:07 AM

1

“Terrace Avenue revisited”

The same street,
Empty as usual.
The same trees
Whispering your name
As I walk by.
The same leafs
Murmuring you’ll
Never be mine
As they fall.

2

You say…
Our story is ours.
We don’t have to talk about it.
No one must interfere.
That someone else knows will only contaminate it…
I say nothing, but I see things clearer now.
I see and I hear the coward that you’ve been hiding for so long.
You say our story is ours.
I say our story is a crap [edit by moderator] hidden in a basement.

3

“Because”

Because you looked at me in anger
And said you were tired of me,

Because you compared me with your wife
Knowing that I’m the first one in making comparisons,
Knowing that I know I’m the one who loses,
Knowing as you do that it hurts me,

Because it hurts me not to be her
Cleaning your house,
Taking care of your children,
Making your lunches,
Helping you with your pills,
Cleaning your vomits,
Dressing all of you in cute clothes,

Because you implied you were tired
Of my untidiness, my laziness, and all my things,
Of my way of complicating everything,
Of the way in which I’m never happy,

Because you don’t know if I listen to you when you speak
And you don’t know if I’ll ever truly understand anything
And I don’t know if you listen to me when I speak
And I don’t know if you’ll ever truly understand me,

Yesterday I felt sore and lone and ashamed,
I wanted you to leave me.

Because you write that you love me,
That you woke up with my breath in your mouth,
And that means that somehow you love me,

This morning I love you again
And I will love you tomorrow
And the day after
And the day after
And the day after

4

“Three way love affair”

Standing in my basement alone
I wait for you. I’m wondering
What her lips taste like and
How long it’s been since
You last kissed them.
I wonder if she knows,
If she cares,
If you care.
http://members.fortunecity.com/newyorknewyorkapoeticjourney/
New York, New York. A poetic Journey.
(now available from www.1stbooks.com and www.amazon.com)
ISBN 1-4107-5232-1
© Maria Lapachet, 2003.

[This message has been edited by Not A Poet (07-07-2003 12:12 AM).]

kadafi09
Member

since 2003-06-17

Posts 143
California, United States

1 posted 2003-07-06 08:01 PM

these poems are cool, i liked them
excellent use of stylistic devices

marialapachet
New Member

since 2003-07-05

Posts 4

2 posted 2003-07-06 08:56 PM

Thanks !

Not A Poet
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since 1999-11-03

Posts 3885
Oklahoma, USA

3 posted 2003-07-07 12:13 PM

Marial, you had your chance to correct it.

Pete

Never express yourself more clearly than you can think - Niels Bohr

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