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Posted by Krazy Kat on January 30, 2002, at 21:09:54
How Close Am I…
How close am I
To suicide?
To the great unknown
By which I would have to abide.Closer than I think
On a lovely morning’s air
Closer than you can guess
By my very apt appear….
Ance.How close am I
To that thing called suicide?
Others hope very far,
For closer would be too per…
Sonal…If only I could fly
To another’s lighter sky
And not feel the need
To pleasure and to pleaseHow close am I?
Quite close – at times.
Posted by kid_A on January 31, 2002, at 11:40:20
In reply to Blush, blush, one of my poems..., posted by Krazy Kat on January 30, 2002, at 21:09:54
good good, now more people should follow your lead and post their writings... i like the way that you truncate words and then continue them on a line by their own like:"For closer would be too per…
Sonal…"reminds me of the word experimentation ee cummings was doing in the twenties, though he often took it to greater extremes, some say to the detriment of the writing itself...
keep 'em coming
Posted by susan C on January 31, 2002, at 18:51:41
In reply to Re: Blush, blush, one of my poems... » Krazy Kat, posted by kid_A on January 31, 2002, at 11:40:20
A kiwi vine is dripping,
Weeping with the rain.The window glass is streaming,
Distorting wind and strain.The wind is commanding leaves,
These winter days of chill.Even though the birds still fly,
and some small creatures remain still.There are some questions remaining
to answer for some comfort.Friends from land to land
Receiving messages to sort.I cant quite get the last four lines right, but I really like the beginning. What do you think?
Mouse chewing on the end of her pencil
Posted by Krazy Kat on January 31, 2002, at 18:59:05
In reply to Re: Blush, blush, one of my poems..Peeking, posted by susan C on January 31, 2002, at 18:51:41
mouse - i really like it - you are turly multi-talented.
Posted by Lini on February 1, 2002, at 10:23:27
In reply to Re: Blush, blush, one of my poems..Peeking, posted by susan C on January 31, 2002, at 18:51:41
> A kiwi vine is dripping,
> Weeping with the rain.
>
> The window glass is streaming,
> Distorting wind and strain.
>>
> I cant quite get the last four lines right, but I really like the beginning. What do you think?
>
> Mouse chewing on the end of her pencilThe first four lines are perfect! I would keep building, you committ to a rhythm with the first four, that carried out, will dance off the page.
keep chewing!
Posted by Lini on February 1, 2002, at 13:14:47
In reply to Blush, blush, one of my poems..., posted by Krazy Kat on January 30, 2002, at 21:09:54
moonlight reaches through
a midnight window
to remind me
of your skin.this lonliness settles
like retribution,
slurred prayers,
and stained sheets,
indiscriminate
regrets.i run red lights,
daring God to notice me,
the sort of thing
that makes a therapist's
pen start moving.you call,
asking questions,
and again, i weigh
honesty
against theatrics,
wondering which would
bring you closer.pills, pills, pills,
for the needy.
i can't seem
to balance
this equation,closet neurochemist
seeks spiritual advisor,can it really boil down to this?
a top forty song,
and diuretics to avoid
the tears?
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