seemed vaguely familiar
with smells and objects d'art,
containing memories I remember
as never really there at all
Mrs B with her mad lady hair
bee's in the beehive
and harassed husband heard
to only whisper 'yes dear'
dog at number five
with the bear like teeth
felt in postman's posterior
only on Monday's
when the weekend made Jesse
too tired for walkies,
guess it was better than
biting the hand that feeds
duplex on the corner
with its shared walls,
noisy neighbours, students
and you
the one thing I describe as perfect;
your eyes when I passed by,
how they smiled when saying hello
and how I died when finally
I was invited inside
A contest entry
- Close Your Eyes by Dalaney.
1275 points, ended July 25, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I guess I've been guilty of having that 'know thy neighbor not' syndrome for as long as I can remember. It works really well until you need a cup of sugar or you covet his wife. I wish you well in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Can I laugh now?
This is so delightfully madcap and full of happenstance and madness dance, I can only wait to hear that he turned out to be a galactic presence needing a new insight on the plight of man.
Love, Tom B.
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I must sound like a broken record, but it's your last lines that always just grab my gut and heart and give me a good shake. I think this is marvelous. Love, Lane
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Ok, you can open your eyes now
Your description feeds me the picture in sights, sounds, smells and love.
I just want to know why he waited so long?.
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