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we can create laughter
poems wear no regrets
poems are naked inside
if i could sit like
a stone angel
breathe deeply the gloom that gathers
in caves where swimmers are drawn by ancient hands,
while
desert sands destroy lofty footsteps
and death mocks us, laughing
it is i who rain
what is left of you, what is left of me?
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Remembering Sam Genshaw of Cleveland, who left his body to science and left no writings but what he wrote in my heart.
Larry Epston of Garden Grove City, California whose ashes are under an orange tree that was planted for in his name www.epston.com
and Michael Zimmerman of Munich, Germany, German authorities took his website down and confiscated all his possessions, he died intestate, friends buried him in Munich, Kale is growing over his grave.
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Comments
Candlewitch
Sat, 2011-07-09 08:32
Dear Anna,
breathe deeply the gloom that gathers
in caves where swimmers are drawn by ancient hands,
while
desert sands destroy lofty footsteps
and death mocks us, laughing
Incredible write!
always, Cat
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magics02
Sat, 2011-07-09 08:36
I like this
It makes one to think about the words and what you are also thinking and saying in the write.
Very good Anna
Blessings
Mona
CCfire
Sat, 2011-07-09 22:21
Those last lines as questions
Those last lines as questions pose the thing for readers to ponder and especially with your author notes there. It has a soft sting to the words here.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche