up close your eyes
are like the insides of houses
gleaming, rich with silence
and sincerity
in the gray-blue advent of twilight
inaudible conversations around the dinner-table
while i walk with my hands in my pockets,
impatient to go home.
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I think I've known eyes like those -
wandered there for a while
but they do make you homesick, don't they?
love this, really
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i'd like this too?
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certainly
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This is lovely. Hannah. You have a way of writing something personal that reaches beyond the immediate self.
You also seem to understand how to manipulate the sadness of affection without it ever becoming sappy.
I've started a small ezine. I'd love for you to submit a few of your poems for consideration. You can see our two issues here:
http://virtualverse.blogspot.com/
I see nothing here that I can squabble about.
Good work.
Lisa
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simple observations
(conversations around dinner tables in homes you do not belong to)
yes, impatient
wonderful
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run home, jack. run home
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just.......wow.
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fabulous writing ... strong metaphor so nicely rounded up with house/home ... nice nice >>> Gina
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[i love this]
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I am so glad to see a new post. I especially enjoyed the poetic revelation feel, as though a series of moments came out so easy for you. It's very clear. There is nothing lost in your images, it feels completely important and inspirational, even with such a calm ending. Poetry sometimes is a lot like twilight, or silence.
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i'm gonna steal this MWAHA
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whooooooaaaaa baby, this is gorgeous. i have missed your poetic transformations, and you have evolved. gorgeous poetry, perfect brevity, and it ends exactly at the right moment. those last two lines too.....damn.
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