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Dulcet disaster

She won’t be unkind,
A mind receding like the
waters of daylight,
Fine, dis--man--tled
                                    principessa.

Some screwed-up serenade,
Music: screaming muse.
She gets through poems
like kindred ordeals.

(Damaged strings

                        play

                          damaged chords)

Each new day’s a movie sequel
that      sucks      even more
than the last. Schmucks
e  v  e  r  y  w  h  e  r  e
except with her.
                            NOT HER.


(Never was there

a sweeter

ca: tas: tro: phe

than she...)

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  • Shadow Anonymised gold member
    November 6
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    i'm in love.


  • callmeZakk
    November 6

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    amazing dude... i think ive found a new favorite writer after readin your stuff
    im amazed by your style
    youve got some fukin talent
    one that id kill for
    dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise

    • Annorlunda
      November 6
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      Thank you so much Zakk. I really appreciate the support. I'm relatively new on here and every compliment I get is a real boost.


  • Savalot
    November 6

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    Super

    I love the thought of poems as kindred ordeals, makes them feel like errant children having to be kept in line.

  • mattsifford
    November 5

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    Very nice

    I liked it.. it was a little weired and cool all at the same time... keep up the good work.


  • zappa gold member
    November 5

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    gods this reminds me of when i broke a string on my guitar and it was late on a weekend night...all by myself. what a F catastrophe. i tuned to drop E and played it anyway. felt good. i swear. better than sex. thanks for the memory Annora. i love the little things. Your poem has excited my senses.

  • hendiadys
    November 4

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    Rather baffling.

    I'm responding to your comment on "Mary's Lamb". But I'm not sure you're playing fair. I am confident you had no difficulty in understanding my little poem. But I have problems with this one of yours. There are bits of it I think I can see the provenance of. Your last parenthesis is reminiscent of an e.e. cummings technique. On the other hand, with a connection between "kindred" and "ordeals", I don't get off first base. Kindred to what, exactly? I haven't yet dared to look at any of your other poems. If they are equally problematic, what do your readers gain? Or do they have to pretend they do, I wonder?

  • Jmdw
    November 4

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    spingles

    Very nice, I have chills down my spine: spingles, reading your poem

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