Open Poetry #38 |
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Rorschach . (The Weed, #30) |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
Rorschach see the pattern? see? look damn you! ink blot hell, raw shock of it right there in black and white. don’t even tell me you can’t see it you goddam liar! turn another one go ahead, do it. there it is again! any idiot could see it, i sure can. i can read it like tarot and you can too. see, there she is. there he is. try not to see it go on, i dare you. look there between them, where they touch. anyody with eyes knows what that is and so do i. oh, it is tarot? and they’re making up the cards themselves. no wonder. different deck, same story. i only wish my face weren’t on some of them. (The Weed, No. 30) |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
For those who may be wondering, the Weed Poems were written some time ago, and for the most part they've been stuck away in a back directory. I did post a few in my early days here, but none with the designation. Seems that far ago and long away, I loved ~~ wonderful things grew for us in that garden ~~ but weeds grew there too, as weeds so often will. |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
look there between them, where they touch. anybody with eyes knows what that is and so do i. Such a fantastic write of pain... Sometimes you just know what you know and you know things aren't right... even if others deny your eyesight as they pretend their innocence so well you almost believe you're seeing things. *S* I'm glad you're sharing these with us... You write straight to and from the heart! |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
So you were talented way back then, too? This is better than you know. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Catrina Member
since 2004-11-10
Posts 132 |
look there between them, where they touch. anybody with eyes knows what that is and so do i. *** Pain is subjective; we learn from it and we grow. This, I know, as pain stems for me, from rocks, and rocks while edgy, may still give some foundation; and foundation, while subjective, still allows growth. Ah, you brought me around. Circles are good. Circles are clean. This is how we grow. |
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