Open Poetry #37 |
an untitled poem |
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since 2006-04-29
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there's a feeling I get in my gut that tells me my soul must live there it's as warm as the flesh of a tumour as cold as the fist of her stare and on nights such as this when I feel it when I'm breathing both water and air |
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since 2006-04-29
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The last part of the poem didn't get posted -- I will repost the complete version tomorrow. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Looking forward to it very much. I was going to suggest that you leave out one of the "when"s in the last stanza so far - depending on which meaning applies. However, perhaps with the rest of the poem, they both make sense. By the way, Welcome to Pip (Passions in Poetry) - an excellent place to be. - Owl |
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