It’s a damned Friday night
we sit here writing poetry
as if it were something dear and wonderful
but then, it is
as if it makes night go faster than it went
when we were waiting
for a face at the door
but then it is….
plying our pathetic poems
like we were counting ribs, and kisses
and times we have loved and lost
but then it is…
Author notes
For Noreen and Wanda and anyone else trying to write away another night.
In a list
A contest entry
- Do You Deserve To Be In My Favorites? by Random Lily.
300 points, ended February 25, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This poem is so...soft and beautiful and truthful at the same time. I certainly understand the feeling of trying to write away time itself. I love the simplicity and style of this. Truly wonderful. Good job and good luck in the contest!
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thank you, RandomLily. I am a prolific poet...I will not be insulted if I get to be too much of a handful to keep track of on your favorites.
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I am not a woman...but I have slid into space to touch that which my soften nails of notice when night is much to close for comfort...so I pretend to understand that space of word I never enter...and hope to find a female watching as feathers float by to smile in envy...
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aw, you make such nice comments, ty
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Cathartic, Theraputic, and just a tad neurotic!
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obsessive...oh yes, indeed obsessive...lol....
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"when we were waiting
for a face at the door"
Sighhh...Now it is he who is waiting for my face at a different door..."Fickle Friday Nights", indeed...Then why do I work so hard all week just to get here??? Go figure...
Beautifully penned, my Sister...& maybe MY poems are pathetic, but yours are anything but...
YES, SHE DESERVES TO BE IN YOUR FAVORITES!!! 
Good luck in the contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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lol..... you are such a sweet thing...I lubs yah......
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Loves ya right back, my Sistuh.
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