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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Untitled I could try writing in here for an hour. Of love,...or of writing you away. There is too much noise. It is inside of me. In ways that shudder limbs and cripple sight. Noise so alive, that walls absorb the aftermath, the wreckage spilling from spinning spins, from rattled cages, limp. I could try. I suppose. Writing of the distance between knowing. Or of the weather in the eyes of surrounding souls. I slip through all the understanding. I surf why. I ask for nothing in return and we breathe. We could. I suppose. Focus strangeness. Redirect the when. We could string time on thirty nine cent twine and run. Or I could sit here,...and write about why. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 01-09-2001).] |
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insect Senior Member
since 2000-04-22
Posts 1014 |
Fantastic Fire! Nice to breathe you always  How about "We Breathe" for a title |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
It is inside of me. In ways that shudder limbs and cripple sight. ===================== Writing of the distance between knowing. Or of the weather in the eyes of surrounding souls. ======================== I ask for nothing in return and we breathe. We could. I suppose. Focus strangeness. Redirect the when. We could string time on thirty nine cent twine and run. Or I could sit here and write about why. ====================== your poetry is so unique I dont even think there is a "category" for it (not that it needs one) but WAY COOL is where Im gonna put it in my file very cool view SF ... awesome write jm No one ever told me ... I could get lost while standing still ... and sorrow doesnt make a sound ... as it takes away all your will. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
SF, this is great! I know right where you are coming from here. Good job of describing this feeling.. Peace. Sandra |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
well spitfire..you do have a way... i love this...wonderful poet you are..i'm left a tad speechless..so i'll quit rambling already! ...but i love this..lots! hugs, g "oh baby baby, its a wild world..its hard to get by just upon a smile..." cat stevens |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Hey you Fantastic write, way to go spits....I love your unique way of writing, makes for a fabulous read Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SpitFire~ You allow us to Surf The Big Why ~ 'We could string time on thirty nine cent twine and run. Or I could sit here,...and write about why.' Either would be fine with me. But, I'm glad you took the WhyWay ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Insect, so good to have you stop by. Thanks for breathing me. ~Janet Marie, you make me feel,...special (?). Sweetness. Thank you. ~Sandra, Hi you. Thank you for reading me! We smile? ~DG, hey thanks for coming by and all that you said. Truly. Oh and I dig your signature. ~Tracie, you're so sweet. Thank you for reading. ~Marge, always a pleasure to have you stop by and leave your thoughts. Thank you. *All of you. *Peace. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Ah, the empty thoughts of active minds not knowing what to do, or say, or how to go about it, yet knowing it for what it is;the limbo we stand in, lost but found, pathless yet full of beckoning doors; silent, soulful, wanting, needing rebirth of self. Great write Spitfire...as usual. Don't see enough from you anymore. Miss you. jwesley |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Ah, the empty thoughts of active minds not knowing what to do, or say, or how to go about it, yet knowing it for what it is;the limbo we stand in, lost but found, pathless yet full of beckoning doors; silent, soulful, wanting, needing rebirth of self. Great write Spitfire...as usual. Don't see enough from you anymore. Miss you. jwesley |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
hmmm how did I miss this excellent write from you dear? Just love the way your words blanket these pages. Maree |
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