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the imaginary fall |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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This one needs a little explanation. My friend has this idea for a story about the rise and fall of an imaginary band. Since the story is a guaranteed tragedy -- it ends with the lead singer committing suicide due to guilt -- I decided to fashion the poem the same way, only without the crutch of emotion and justification to make the suicide seem less than it really is. Onward. the imaginary fall inspired by a story by Lori-Anne Hager The colored air gripped smoke and sense. Acid spiders crawled like birthday dreams. She cried like a child, but never a woman. Champagne ice in buckets at her feet. Diamond girl waves a white flag, a gun that entices like jewelry light. A mistaken, foolish sleep tight. Bang. Goodnight. She sang something months before she laid herself to sleep on the floor; the following closed door: “Without you I couldn’t fly. I remained stranded on the ground. So I taught the spiders to cry. In their webs I will stay bound.” [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 02-11-2001).] |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
REALLY REALLY love the way you've worded this! Am saving so I can contemplate it some more. Thank you for sharing it! To capture and live a moment is truly living |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, dreamkeeper!  |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Hey you...and yes...good stuff! Surreal, but isn't life, really? pronounced moreso by death...tell "l" I would be honored to read her work too. HUGS. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
S'en, Thanks. I'll pass your wishes on to Lori. Oh, and I dig your new graphic! Mike |
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