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Passing glee

A million stars in the sky
A minion of them am I
When were they made
When do they fade
It matters not
My life's battle is fought
I leave my moment's footprints on sand
Wind wipes the memories of where I did stand
The million stars still in the sky
They... never seem to die

How blase are we
Clamouring to grab a passing glee

Called life

Author notes

R.B died an early death. Supposedly committed suicide. I noticed  his facination for stars in his poems. I tried to combine them both in a poem which I feel delivers a scarcastic blow to all we hold dear.
Nothing will remain. Nothing at all.
Written July 30th, 2005

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  • ankuraa
    August 6, 2005
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    Hello Maisy!
    Thank you for commenting on my poem. Yes, for this poem, I had to write like Brautigan. It is not my style of writing. So it may seem a bit forced.
    I have tried to make it every bit as the poet's work.
    Cheers
    Ankuraa


  • Paint this Town Red
    August 6, 2005
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    this is good.. i only hav to say that they flow seems a bit forced and perhaps not as easy to read as i would have liked. but good write, nice idea x


  • My unshed tears
    August 2, 2005
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    Wow... beautiful write here sweety... and something so true, nothing does remain, nothing at all.
    sis

  • laya
    July 30, 2005
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    very beautiful

    A great atempt.very nice on your part to have connected your poem to the poet's biography.god luck.th poem has brilliance of witing.