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Black Eyed Memoirs.

I sat in our meadow yesterday
watching the grass sway towards the sun,
dancing with the wind
taunting my still-motions mind
as the dandelions tickled my thigh
almost mockingly.

I suppose I was hoping
pleading,
I could wash away the dark spots
where my hand fit into the creases of yours
where the morning mist
faded into mid-afternoon rays
under the warmth of your smile

I was angry, In a way
that the world could be so unbearingly beautiful
and yet so unspeakably cruel
Kind of like you

Or maybe I was just frustrated
at the fact
that everything was so painstakingly familiar
as if your shadow stood behind me
waiting to wisk me into your embrace

but that was yesterday.

I stroked the petals a black-eyed susan
wondering if it felt awkward amongst the roses
plucking its petals singing a familiar tune
though the music had drained into a monotonous whisper
'he loves me, he loves me not'

I tossed the flower into my reflection
obscurring my sunken eyes and cracked smile
mumbling to myself

people lie.








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He loves me not

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  • Rhythm Child
    November 23, 2008

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    i loved the title of this poem, i thought this was so original and it really made me want to read, its nice to see just how much you evolve with each poem
    a great write cat

  • Poetryintheblood gold member
    November 17, 2008
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    Thank you for your most beautifully expressed entry, Josie


  • brandy.
    November 9, 2008
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    I like this,
    i love the imagery in it.

    Great job


  • Angelflower
    November 7, 2008

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    Wow, this was simple and yet really powerful! it had such intense emotion in it as well! the beauty of it was it's sorrow.. Thank you very much for sharing. best of luck in the contest.

    Angel


  • hardluck
    November 5, 2008

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    Beautifuly writen,

    Love and lost love are hard to deal with. The picture of the petels being plucked and falling to the ground was so vivid. Great poem, good luck in the contest.


  • everyone1 gold member
    November 5, 2008

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    Fantastic!

    Blow me down fantastic ...!

    I cannot write like this.

    You have precious talent.

    Best wishes to you in the contest.

    Bravo!

    ~ James ~


  • Cannonsfire
    November 4, 2008

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    This paints a strong scene in words. Good luck in the contest. C

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