Open Poetry #12 |
Records High |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
My fleeting thoughts, expand to you. Records high, today we'll have. Drops of sweat, facilitate, my hallucinations of you. This heat, along with these memories, will surely make me sick. It will liquefy me, to your dreams. Proclaming myself to you, a new territory for me to claim. While all this time forgetting, that you revolted against me. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. [This message has been edited by walker (edited 03-23-2001).] |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
"it will liquify me to your dreams" awfully nice turn of phrase. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Ugh, you made me feel your sorrow and physical churning! The poem is exceptionally descriptive, I feel your pain/discomfort. |
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