Erica? Pick up the phone…
I know you’re there.
You’re screening, but it’s me,
it’s Liz – y’know, your “best friend”.
Those brash days at college running past my eyes
like the life of a drowning man, past saving.
Oh Erica, remember the anarchy, our sore ears
ringing with rock, our feet flat from dancing,
our throats rasped and chiselled from shouting
and from harsh, cheap liquor, and from laughing.
Remember the evenings that became mornings,
the polemic that became pillow-fights, the sudden
breakfast-hunger for ham-and-eggs and pancakes
(but we had no ham, no eggs, so Cheerios again!).
Damn, girl – how we put the world to rights,
and vowed one day we’d outlaw grey suits,
make pot available for food stamps – tell me,
was the world a brighter place, or is it the years,
that growing-up from then to now, that make me feel
like I have passed some line, some limit, died a little?
We were immortal, like the young always are;
we lived through hangovers and broken hearts,
and then one single night – where did it go? –
one dark time of tears that hurt like bullets,
remember how I comforted you? My arms were warm,
my kisses made you safe if only for a while,
until the daylight shook me off from you.
We need to talk…
I know you’re there.
You’re screening, but it’s me,
it’s Liz – y’know, your “best friend”.
Erica? Pick up the phone…
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A contest entry
- AUDITION WITH YOUR POETRY - A POETRY 'PLAY' 18 + by Dalaney.
525 points, ended August 31, 2007, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sharp imagery, consistent character, and a desperate- frenetic- truly heart-rending tonality. You've created an extremely vivid character, well done!
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This is so good Mairi I almost felt like answering you. Like Amera, I can relate to this piece in fact my best friend is going through some problems at the moment and my mind keeps on wandering back to the past. Well done my friend and good luck in the contest. Val
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This is a wonderful read! I found it very well penned in the respect that you made me “the reader” feel your anguish as your friend ignored you but the body of the poem brought back so many memories as I could relate to your experiences. The exact experiences may not have been the same but you jarred memories of things that will never happen again yet they are things that can never be replaced and I would never want them to. Brilliant write my friend.
Love,
Amera ♥
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... and with your own brilliant perspicacity, Amera-chan, you appreciated exactly what I was trying to do! Thank you
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lol! Okay, now I'll have to go for Erica then.
well done here, Missy.
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"Missy"?
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