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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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Thursday, I left you, hopeless Abandoned upon the silver of a baby spoon Frequently you have visited when I am not here Knocking just to listen to the hollow Marshmallows and candy spill form your hands Into my wooden bucket, they thump While the painting you gave me of an Easter sunset Hangs crooked on the wall Aster flows neatly from my glass jug Like daisies cheerful, yet tomorrow I will attend their wake Mournful, my heart will bleed a thousand times Until new flowers appear Carefully, the phone rings, It knows not to sound when I am sleeping Alarming, it is you again Frantic as a pig, bare bellied and desperate But I left you hopeless on Thursday. |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
very nice write, thanks for sharing this piece, keep up the awesome poetry. Poetry can get you very far |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you again |
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JesusChristPose Senior Member
since 2005-06-21
Posts 777Pittsburgh, Pa |
Your freestyle is very good, the imagery jumps out at me. I really enjoyed this and thanks for sharing. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Alarming, it is you again Frantic as a pig, bare bellied and desperate But I left you hopeless on Thursday." Strong work! I love it. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I know I am reacting like I have never read you before. But if I have? It wasn't under this name. Excellent. "Marshmallows and candy spill form your hands Into my wooden bucket, they thump While the painting you gave me of an Easter sunset Hangs crooked on the wall Aster flows neatly from my glass jug" I am in awe of this. My sister had such a print. A copy of a very famous painting, and to mess with her mind, sometimes while she slept, I would take it, and hand it upside down on the wire, and all the flowers, (asters) which were painted delicately in spill, would be standing erect and proud--and I would time how long it took her to notice. She cussed me every time.  I am enjoying your work very much, Dominique. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thank you so much.... |
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