monday through friday
i'll roll over twice before twelve,
spill bronze on the pillow.
i'll eat sin for breakfast.
the midday sun fits snug as a raisen.
i'll bake and i'll take
what i won't give back.
to weekend air at the screen door,
i'll slip sideways in a sheer night,
lose face between the sheets.
(i'll lose your face--that winter skin
through my mind like pearls.
i'll shut like an oyster.
i'll drown in the sonar.)
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things we lost in the fire
A contest entry
- Things we lost in the fire... by Jai Guru Deva.
500 points, ended January 26, 2008, 85 entries
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I love this. It's sad enough when people are pitiful, but when they realize completely how sad their lives are and they can't seem to break the pattern is when life is most hard to captivate. Good job getting that emotion conveyed.
Good job and good luck, and thank you for the wonderful entry.
All my love, DxD. -
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thank you, this is one of my more straightforward poems, your comment was sweet!
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