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I am not a willow
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I am not a willow |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I am not a willow of longing. Do not hang your lights from my branches. I do not know the way to the sky, as I watch boughs break and sigh. I am not a river of music, something to hear but never remain. I am not flowers in riverbank mud. Stepped measure among pleasantry windchimes. I am not a cipher potion full of desires uncapped and untold. I do not write to get you drunk. I do not write to flare up gold. I am but a poet, too generous with words that others take as whole. I want to force a hole in the sky and squeeze the sun to feel clouds go. I want to know why. And I shall never know. You never even knew me. So why did you have to go? |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Oh my...this is so sad but very beautiful. *sigh*...your such a great poet! Enjoyed very much. DeaDiAmore |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
wistful write here and (as usual) stunning in it's vistaverse and don't be sellin yeself short "sweet squirrel"  BS I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
*sigh* Wish I could change everything for you, baby... Is this what you wanted me to be? |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I love this. Simply said. Libraried..  K |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
"I am not a cipher potion full of desires uncapped and untold. I do not write to get you drunk. I do not write to flare up gold." That's not true Mikey..I've gotten drunk many ah times..and some I can blame on you...so there... this is truely one that caresses an essence of YOU dear...and I'm glad you can pose it this way, very emotional write here....from my screen anyways... take care!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for readin' everyone. This poem is based on someone who, a few days ago, admitted she had an affection for me -- without ever really knowing me. She just liked the idea of me, not the actuality. Tough for her. I'm Lori's. And I'm a flawed human being, not just some cipher you can drape your mid-life crisis over. I didn't ask for that. Just because we wrote some things together, that doesn't mean you have any right -- ANY right -- to expect more. Goodbye.Girls have the worst timing in the world, too. Heidi broke up with me a day before Easter. This person told me of this confused mess of feelings THE MORNING AFTER MY CAT DIED!!!! Grr. The thing that annoys me the most is she was a really good poet, and I thought she was a friend. Finally, the title comes from a play on this member's name. She told me she'd post one poem under that name, and then vacate for a different site permanently ... Whatever. Mike [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (08-12-2002 03:32 PM).] |
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