| Open Poetry #28 |
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Sick |
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MoniDaPoet Member
since 2003-08-14
Posts 73California, USA
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*** FYI people - this is no longer me. You can call it a pass reflection.*** Sick Sipping on tyrannical lemonade One can look at me and see nothing These eyes are turned inside out Want to take a field trip - to a land called ME And I find it agreeable - walking down a depressing dream Have laundry to do - my soul's too dirty And I like to scream - into a jealous pillow Want to pray in church - my brain is tired again Now I'm done with this poem More pills please I have only my genius to declare! |
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Minister Joe Member
since 2003-02-22
Posts 78TX, USA |
Monica, nice image with "jealous pillow". At first I was unsure if it was *coughcough* sickness, or one of a more dreary kind... the soul kind. However, those two kind of go hand in hand sometimes. Good twist at the end with "more pills please"--it ends the questioning. Thank you for this, --Matt |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Have laundry to do - my soul's too dirty" ...my favorite line.. Glad it's not you now. Susan |
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Kaoru![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Raw, and a total show of emotion. Great write. |
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