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unresolved between a thai lad and I
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unresolved between a thai lad and I |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore 
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after I declined his offer of whisky for the umpteen time, two sincere souls fell into oblivion, not quite knowing how to connect we seemed to gaze at the smoke of his cigarette lesiurely trailing off into the pitch-dark night does his culture believe in companionable silence? the fireflies shone extra hard, as if challenging me to decipher their answer |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome poem. I enjoyed the read. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
kaile, this is an interesting word snapshot of life you've taken the moment and made it into a full chapter on interpersonal communications well done  some things never reach resolution |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
hmm, just some comments from friends. thought i would save them together well, I'm confused as to how many are contained in this: a tie lad an I me two souls fireflies; is that the peanut gallery? or are they part of the previous I, me, thai? souls asking sky why? This is a thought provoking little snipit of the real cultural....uncomfort? (is that the right word for this?) that occurs. I like the idea that two people can be trying to communicate but failing about both honestly worrying about it. No one is the bad guy here, with this problem. Also the idea that the fireflies held the answer, as in nature, something we all know and see, can answer our questions. it's a problem we have created this communication business. I hope you drink his whiskey and he drinks your silence and all is well. This is so wonderfully written..Shows such a picture. I picture you two in a foxhole situation, just trying to while away time, each uneasy and trying to share in the only way each knows how. If you talk, he may not understand......but if you don't will he? And his offer of his whiskey may be the only way he has communicated in the past. This just makes me think and that says it's a truly good piece of writing. You set such a neat scene and your words are so well spoken. A great poem. |
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