Eating pasta
smoking butts
sipping leftover wine
and doing the afterchat
of lovers,
laughing and listening
pretending i know
what you're talking about
as if i could keep up with
the brilliant one -
hah !!!!!!!!
pretending this won't end
pretending life/love/art
isn't fragile as
whats happening right before us
surrounding us as we speak;
look at them baby!
did you see them too?
i stopped at 5;
couldn't watch them fly off anymore.
(counting the falling leaves
in your summer garden
on a pre-autumn afternoon)
A contest entry
- nothing, but a carnival ... (read the rules first) by A Prophet of 3.
4457 points, ended October 30, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice work dandelioness!
Enjoyable work of words and movement! I enjoyed the visual description presented. Way to go!!!
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"pretending life/love/art
isn't fragile as" ... make that "isn't as fragile as"
very nice piece ... strong and fiesty like the dance should be ... i'll be back to ths one
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