busy wife
disturbed
worried ... fighting ... cancer
what’s it all about?
go away
stay and play
Macs are best
sore fingers, toes, legs ...
i know i must die
when ... how ... of what?
NOW WHAT?
ever hear of genocide
or fratricide
or Oregon?
One more day to smell the flowers,
feel the sun, find and feel love, why
not stay a little longer?
Author notes
Strange stuff -- stream of consciousness poetry or is it just Flarf?
A contest entry
- move me. by Rob..
1600 points, ended July 3, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What will you do today?
Comments
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Hoodwink!!
This is one of those piece where you read it and you start thinking about your own mortality and have you done everything you needed to, in reality none of us know when we are going, well most of us, maybe it's a good thing, makes us cram all we can into each day. Best to you
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Hood-Wink!
... is flarf a word? I feel silly not knowing
I loved the flow in this; unique, strong and intriguing, it is as though I was walking a path in your mid and seeing/feeling the different thoughts floating around
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
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Creative and emotional write, dear brother ...a mosaic of stress, pain, dealing with one's own mortality of when...and love found in the beauty around you....Amazing flarf!
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nice...liked the last stanza
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