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For Her - Inez Blaze

 

 

Just sitting here

dillydallying, typing this and that,

reveals hard lines

on my hands,

gnarled knuckles - I see her

Inez! - bless me.

 

 

She, used to spit nails from five hundred paces

never missed a shot

shoot you down - in flames.

everyone called her Blazey; neverever her name.

 

My Dad says,

- you're so bloody like her, it makes me spit.



 

I laugh and put the kettle on

make him tea, and we talk about her.



 

 

 

 

 




 

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my gran - Inez (Blazey)

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  • Cat
    January 12, 2008

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    i absolutely love this poem

    "you're so bloody like her it makes me spit" - that line alone is so utterly classic as to garner a stand up applause

    the subtlety of the piece is perfect- the understated emotion settles across the reader like a warm sweater with a bitty hole in that you don't wear out.. but you always wear inside the house at just the right times

    this is truly beautiful..

    thank you gillian for entering

    m


  • Naridill
    January 11, 2008
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    This just makes me smile - you have a beautiful way with words.


  • jantastic gold member
    January 9, 2008
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  • rebeka
    January 8, 2008

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    wonderful poetry, i love these kinds of writes, where a glimpse of someone very real peeks out and after she is gone, you still see her there. beautiful


  • EvilKate
    January 7, 2008

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    She sounds so very scary in that beautiful Manchesterian manner. So very direct, so very honest, so very true to all her friends. Indeed, your dad must have been right


  • zochit2me gold member
    January 6, 2008

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    Classic...

    I love this!

    My granny use to dip snuff...eeeeeewwwwww!

    But God rest her soul, I loved her.

    Becky


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    January 5, 2008

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    I love poems like this, just enough detail to allow the subjects of the piece to seem "known" told with a soft understated emotion, just beautiful...


    al

  • Rowan gold member
    January 4, 2008

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    this is a poem that made me sad, and at the same time wanna spray my beer out my nose, in laughter...
    I wish it were mine... the poem I mean, not the beer on my keypad. My dad always said I resembled the womenfolk he said, he liked least, but personally, I think he loved me more for it.
    Just loved this, took me back.


  • Laura-Critchley
    January 4, 2008

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    This is an amazing write.

    I especially loved the format you used to write for this.

    I wish I could put italics and such within my poems... but, I can't afford membership... but, I'm sidetracking.

    I especially liked these lines:

    "She, used to spit nails from five hundred paces
    never missed a shot
    shoot you down - in flames.
    everyone called her Blazey; neverever her name."

    There's a little mistake in here... at least, I think there is... should "neverever" be never ever... or is it right joined?

    I'm dyslexic you see so I'm not that sure.

    I'd love to have a grandma like you.

    My grandma's tough loving... but, she has an amazingly loving heart too. I actually wrote a poem about her:

    http://allpoetry.com/poem/3640104


  • misselaineous
    January 4, 2008
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    i wonder if she know my nanna kathleen
    she could pierce hearts too
    lovely jubbly


  • cvillelisa
    January 4, 2008

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    So much of what you write down seems like it could be sung this one especially because it isn't distilled down like a poem with those opening lines.. it more sizzles like a song.

    Inez Blaze what a super name. I'm envious.

    Lisa



  • tara wilson gold member
    January 4, 2008

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    excellent...I love the whole feel and energy of this poem, it captures you, and her...and I feel like I'm sittin' in the room with you and your dad listening to you two talk..I love this one..

  • Suzanne Dia
    January 4, 2008

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    I've never met another whose name fits them so well, because you do burn, don't you?

    Not in a bad way, just everything is so NOW and full on

    as with me, but perhaps a bit more flare, more sparks off the fire.

    Love this ..cuz she reminds me of you and I love you too.




    • NurseChilly gold member
      January 4, 2008
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      hehhehe aye lass I do... my Dad was talking about on Christmas Day, and he said that I'm so like her... she was a firecracker for sure...



      I love you too my girl

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