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Waterfall

Missing image

 

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I’m tired

of too much dry ice

in the corner of my eyes

fogging the view from the window

 

I want to jump from the ledge

and fly to my death

in a river of tears

splattering the pavement

with sweet anticipation

of the waterfall

 

Then I’ll ooze

into the heel of your shoe

and take a free ride

out to the burning desert

 

 

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Author notes

Inspired by Ani and Xena of course ... all three quotes will do

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  • righteousme
    June 29

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    thank you for your time and talent... and most of all yr wisdom... this was a moving piece... right words for the right hole...


  • apples fell gold member
    June 26

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    I love that picture! Your picture choices are always good though...No surprise really. This is very blunt. Some good straight forward imagery with no frills, especially in stanza two. I think that when we feel abandoned/worthless, we feel like we could be worn on someone's shoes. carried across vast lands, clinging inside the seams of their soles. And maybe we would feel alive through the distress. Maybe we would feel whole, again. That emptiness is shared well here Karen. It's like an exposed set of nerves. Very fine piece love.

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    • transcendental baby gold member
      June 26
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      Thank you James for such a careful reading and insightful interpretation I'm not sure I meant it to sound so bitter or so literal. I just miss my friend and the emotional intensity she inspires in me ... she's my muse and gives a strange depth to my life that I can't really explain except in these silly poems of mine. I just feel like an ol' dried-up granny woman locked in the attic who just wants to jump through that window and soar until I hit the ground ... liquified and ready to move it on down the road

      • apples fell gold member
        June 26
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        I always look inside a poem, between the lines. When I can at least. It's not that it sounded completely bitter, more like, honest and tepid. A feeling of hopelessness with a little light in the tunnel. I love your silly poems, if this is silly. What a great picture your words paint...You should use the last lines of your comment for a poem.


        • transcendental baby gold member
          June 26

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          I think I've already got all the creative milage I can get from that old bat in the attic Now I need to find a way to set her sorry ass free Thank you James; you really are a good reader ... and a good observer of humanity Have you ever considered a career in psychology? For real ... you have great insight

          • apples fell gold member
            June 26
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            Yes actually I have considered a career in psychology. I helped Kenny for the longest time whenever he was having difficulties finding his footing do to medication changes and basic problems...He's bi-polar and for the longest time he went untreated and I was the only one to guide him. I think I learned how to be such a person from my family tree. There have been a few people like that in my family. Thanks for noticing though. Maybe when I'm bored or not writing poetry, I'll deeply consider it.
  • righteousme
    June 26
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    great piece... i love all the water references... tears, waterfalls... you are missing something in AN... please add according to rules... thanks again for the entry...
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