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The Death of Me
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The Death of Me |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Your description claimed every one of my details Single lines focused and burned Out there some place, birthed a happy meal and Became sure of itself…like a mortal sin Certain like documents enslaving forethoughts Morning became a frequent soul Interesting isn’t it, Things that appear, before and after the main event? Amber waves continued farther south And kept on going, just like a coo coo clock The orchestra remained in view while we poured Shots of Chambord in our glass of Champaign You bubbled nomadic observations We looked through an Immortal listening booth Where cicadas sounded like even voltage Moving their hands back and forth like an old woman Capturing 25 images per second, emotions linking Like red ruby lips relating a subliminal perception. Reaffirmation became faithful to Crispy Crèmes, Renting movies on weekends, reading tea leaves in-between Embarking on an outreach program, we became very drunk Nirvana was our punishment, with rock and rollin’ spunk When things became parallel to acute satisfying moments You were the premier human experience We earned degrees in self-reliance, extraordinarily rare The Staten Island Ferry grew fond of some culinary goddess While remaining lost in thought about nonfictions We wrote the book on self proclaimed greatest authors living And…the intensity of the book was writing it together… Unplagued by experience, we lived within the main event And now I feel as I’ve traveled a great deal I've now become someone else All our events were real stories and remain real memories...vivid and stealth I’ve embroidered a pillow case from that last departing The factual information at the time, seemed way to dramatic The whole idea of the translation fascinated me Where you made a point of not saying a word For me, didn't quit translate into English But proposes one heck of a pattern |
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Terrina Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 166California |
You are very talented and I can see what you write. That is powerful. Thanks for sharing |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
kind of sad...but made me think about breaking open the bottle of champagne I have in the fridge |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
LeeJ -- your poetry is so deep. This is one I will want to read and re-read! It's going to my library. You are such a gifted writer! |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
Wow, you told a story with this one... Of sadness, and love, and contentedness. Thats what I see, at least. I love it. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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EverRuss Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 66Indiana |
very powerful i can see really what you mean If my poems could talk they would mean more than the words |
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