Teen Poetry #7 |
a poem for my friend |
davidmerriman Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 123Dallas, TX |
As Abie Plays His Guitar Like two paws picking a branch, my friend makes little shapes of sound. I can only smile, feeling them join together. I hear shapes on my own; they arrive not in perfect form but approximations, a guess in letters with clumsy hands, like his hands, like our thoughts trying to clutch hold of a river, trying to make a tower out of water. We build these and watch them collapse, silly epiphanies, poems at three AM and late night jams: the sweet stuff. ----- i just turned 19 so i guess this is my last year i can post on this forum. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Another wonderful contribution to these walls.. I look forward to seeing you in Open as well. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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