I forget to cross my 't's--
everyday is another thing
I've forgotten.
The names of countries
before modern language,
dates, the faces
of people I once loved,
a long time ago.
I've forgotten the scent
of fading cinnamon
of a man I kissed
when I still saw romance
as a possibility
instead of a cliche.
My hand becomes a blown leaf
as I sign my last name.
In remembrance of a fight,
the cup of my hand
holding in the bruise
of an angry man.
The bottomless lake
of tears that drowned
a fresh skinned girl,
emerged as a new divorcee
3 kids and a ringless finger
once again.
I scrunch my letters into a secret
language only I can read.
Diaries that felt the rape
of many eyes, many times;
girl of the quick blush
twittering fingers.
Pushing together letters
as each thought,
dream, star wishes
became public knowledge.
I top off my "I"s when I'm not thinking
with a heart in the stead
of a militant dot.
Because I still walk barefooted
in the grass, still laugh
at a firefly and its night
dance; because beneath
the painted face,
worry and pain
is always a little girl,
scribbling hearts.
Author notes
I hate when you hit the spell checker, and it screws up the format.
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- signatures by misselaineous.
450 points, ended January 17, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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loved this with a passion. it captures a jorney, a picture of who you are and where you have been, and thus caught the very essence of my original idea for this contest - how does the way we sign our namereflect who we are? I recall practising a signature with the surname of a boy i loved when i was 14! i now wish i had married a smith or a jones instead of a pendlebury! you captured the child within in that last stanza which was beautiful :D thank you for entering elaine :f
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This is brilliant...always amazing how our signatures change as time passes. It says so much about how we feel about ourselves. Enjoyed!
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clappy claps. lots of them
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Oh wow..this is so relatable, there's not much to notlove about this.
Excellent. Penning hearts..lol..used to. I'm more militant now, how sad is that?
A brilliant entry.
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Aw.
Thank you.
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wow-- the contrasts of things so very much part of an adult world, and things so purely childish is very striking.
This is such a perfect piece, I'm sure this will win gold. hehe, you beat me fair and squuare
The bit about the dreams.. about everyone knowing, thosae were such beautiful lines, I really felt them..
-sigh-
yea, this is amazing.
Now I will bugger off and try catch up on the comments I owe you
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wowsers.... awesome. i may come back to write more but right now i cant type cuz my sister is trying to study and i am getting the look of death right now with each letter i type
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OMG
Meli!
This is so you! This could win gold in your contest as well as this one
It is honest, with a romantic tone and well, it is written Neli-style
Lynda
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Ha, I use hearts for my I's as well... Great piece as if I ever thought it would'nt be...Love ya, Trina
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damn. just damn. i love this.
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and damn, I love that comment!
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my god, i know, shitty spell checker problems...
anywho, a hug and clappies should do it
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Oh, yeah. That more than makes up for the spell checker.
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