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aubade 37

this morning,
my father’s
chest was concave.
my mother weeped.
And he was silent,
like he was hiding from the air.

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Written May 8th, 2005

A contest entry

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  • cvillelisa
    May 18, 2005
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    Thank you, Somnus, for entering our Survivor Summer Poetry Island Series Competition. We are in the process of reading all poems - making our lists. Watch the Round 1 Column for the results and the list of those moving to Round 2. We hope to post early next week.

    Thanks again and good luck

    Lisa, Desiree, Son of the Moon

  • LaPetiteSinger
    May 9, 2005
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    Sweetie, this is lovely. And I love you.


  • CoolHandLuke
    May 9, 2005
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    Nice mate. Really, you took this into something more profound. The suddeness, the short span of each line. I am impressed by this, your writing is miraculous.


  • SomnusLupus
    May 9, 2005
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    yeah. just had an aubade sort of moment on mothers day. it's okay as of now. how are you?

  • Cyan314
    May 9, 2005
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    You okay?


  • Prince Charming
    May 8, 2005
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    So much sadness in this fantastic little write You brought a lot of emotions in your lines A very strong write Thank you so mcuh for entering this contest Herman


  • withdrawal
    May 8, 2005
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    Awe! , that is so saddening...wonderful writing.
    ~Jen

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