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The Seventies






Yes, I was not found,

lost inside words I could not write,

could not even speak -

I consumed myself with her

(in wasted moments)

and with lines on a glass photo frame.

I can't remember

the fullness that I claimed back then -

just the empty canons

from some disco faggot

who wanted me,

my coke, my words

(and offered up

a rolled hundred-dollar bill

for my soul and a lifetime

of hazy perdition).

A song from the seventies applies,

but I never did learn the lyric

and the tune has escaped.

I think it was The Eagles or Poco.

I think I might have heard it once.

I don't know if it will ever come back.

Nothing does.




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  • neoprose
    May 3, 2007

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    The proper nouns will lose a large number of the audience. (But that is just me: I like to keep it open to all.)
    Nice descriptions. Nice poem, that is all.


  • Saffron gold member
    April 29, 2007
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    Congratulations on your prize, my love


  • capricornpoet
    April 28, 2007

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    modern poetry

    This was refreshing and full of new ideas, and abstractism with satire ; loved this lyrical rendition
    of cloud as a memory.


  • myrataal silver member
    April 28, 2007

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    Congratulations, Scott ...

    on the trophy. Whenever I read your work, I feel that twang of a Suite en la mineur ... the swift transition in moods ... with a hue of blue. Remember the poetic Rhapsody on discovering your poems?

    Love
    Myra


  • Frozentearz
    April 27, 2007

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    Congratulations on your award Scott,
    you have certinly written a write that has me thinking I know this place and time
    Thanks for sharing,
    WArm thoughts
    Frozentearz


  • Annalise
    April 26, 2007
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    yeah... what they said!


  • Heart Sutra
    April 25, 2007

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    This poem certainly has the transitionary elements of a cloud within it. I especially like the way it ends. I am left remembering those moments in life, for better or worse, that pass as quickly as a cloud or as soon as someone points to say "hey it looks like a rabbit" it suddenly turns into a lumpy looking frog...sort of like some of my relationships. Seriously, this is an excellent poem. Thank you for sharing it.


  • grannyeri gold member
    April 24, 2007

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    the 70's were a time of hallucinatory drugs, of psychadelic music and youth. That time will not come back to anyone. Now your kids are experiencing their time too - not any better - how right you are, Nothing will come back, mistakes determine who we are today, or who we don't want to be today. Liked the depth in these lines...


  • naked roots
    April 18, 2007

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    I love this. It's such a strong write, so brutally honest. Sometimes in the midst of partying, things are lost that never return. Although in my experiences, some of those things I would rather stay gone.
    Excellently done as always.


  • truembrace
    April 18, 2007

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    definitely a strong poem for this contest and such a perfect ending. you always have used a tight form in any poem of yours I've read. everything is just right with the imagery, no extraneous words - just good poetry.

    great stuff...


  • LadyLavender gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    This is an amazing write. Yes, I value your honesty, i felt the haziness for a sec, but the clarity in your words...Pronounces talent!


  • Night Hope gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    "(and offered up
    a rolled hundred-dollar bill
    for my soul and a lifetime
    of hazy perdition)."

    Hmmm...I'd have to speculate that the song you refer to herein was by Poco; "Crazy Eyes"...I saw a lot of those in the 70's, for sure...some of them have cleared; others remain hazy...An intriguing piece, my Friend...Good luck in Zayra's contest, Scribe... Wanda


  • tara wilson gold member
    April 17, 2007

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    I really like this poem. I like the honesty of it. I like the ending line, really makes one think about what comes back and not, wrote one tonight too about recollections and how I only ever remember the worst times in my life...any ways, I've only read a couple of your poems, I will have to read more. I like your style and willingness to share full self with the reader.

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