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Post by engarde on Feb 24, 2003 6:36:16 GMT -5
The
interfering
old witch
next door
called again
objecting
complaining
protesting
the noise
my screams
All
slow motion
amplified
moments
handcuffs bite
denying
imploring
bleeding
my fault
my shame
Time
sneaks away
psyche stitches
thoughts whirl
reflecting
regretting
obsessing
as I
never did
thank her.
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Seferis
brand, spanking new
i am the passenger...
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Post by Seferis on Feb 24, 2003 7:45:45 GMT -5
It could be much better if it wasn't only a single writedown of your thoughts  |
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Post by engarde on Feb 25, 2003 5:17:59 GMT -5
Thanks! I don't know, the only structured poetry I seem to like is haiku, cinquain and paradelles, everything else seems to come out disjointed.
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Post by NewellUsher on Feb 25, 2003 11:25:51 GMT -5
This reminds me of a next door neighbor I used to have as a little boy. We called her a witch and we'd scream at her when she came out to sweep her big wooden porch.  Love, (((((Engarde))))) -newell |
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 10, 2003 8:18:20 GMT -5
i liked it
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Post by Alexia on Mar 11, 2003 19:52:28 GMT -5
So many memories revived.....well said. Great write...thanks for sharing
Alexia
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Post by ladydarkblue on Mar 11, 2003 21:19:45 GMT -5
I like it the way it is, very well and the ending is wonderful, the life changing and altering event we all take for granted. keep it up great work
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Post by Char on Mar 13, 2003 18:17:28 GMT -5
Wonderfully written!!! So much said in those few words. And yes, the ending is PERFECT Ladydarkblue, I agree with you!
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