Kick me out of an airplane over a boreal forest,
As my parachute guided me down through the pine boughs
Would I land on my feet as a cat would?
But that's not who I am...
That's who I might be if...
This poor soul is not stark and alone between an inky frozen lake
And the mirror face of a velvet virgin midnight sky.
He is safe.
Safe in his cocoon of civilization:
Half sleeping/half knowing he is dreaming.
I am Lenin in his tomb...Only,
after visiting hours...
When my only companions are the janitors
And, the occasional embalmer who comes by to clean me up.
Outside my great tomb
The stars are gazing down...
Do they giggle to see their dreaming dust take itself so seriously?
Author notes
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Written April 10th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Who are you? by AJ Morelli.
500 points, ended April 13, 2006, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Stark, rich & textured penning, ScribeBravo, for impressing Al.
Too me awhile to get up the courage to enter his & Mary's contests. lol
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I was kind of guided toward them by my daughter Jane ("vaseline")
...but I was kind of intimdated by the poetry I saw being entered in their contests!
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This is a puzzling write, but sublimely interesting nonetheless. I really like the "this poor soul..." part and that which comes after it as well.
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What a humble man of many talents. This carried such subtlety and yet had me intrigued. Great write!
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Cain; thanks for your "wink" to my poem.Thanks,also, for correcting my spelling.I'm sure your English is much better that my-"whatever-your-mother-toungue"is...and...maybe your English is better than mine,too.
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thanks,vaseline,i'm glad i could read it to you at the sleepy end of a long day...
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I love the title's reunion at the end, it's beautiful. This poem is about much more than I can pinpoint with a tangible finger. It shivers with life whether it takes itself seriously or not... and so I love it. I must.
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A really fine piece, some wonderful imagery and great form. This is a real contender in the contest, good luck.
Al -
I love this too. I read it three times, but I don't know what you're talking about. It's beautiful though. There's a typo in the third stanza; (pour) English is my second language, so I'm not completely sure if it's a typo. If not, then oh well. I'm used to making a fool of myself. I'm jealous of Jane. My father lives a few thousand miles away. This is awesome.
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You know I love this, I wish I wrote it
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