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Submitted by orgami on 19 August 2007 - 1:13am.
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freeform
and sometimes monochrome memories
blurry offbeat melodies of colour
circling the page like homing bombers
bellies full of hot perspiration
ready to drop
drip by searing drip
pages ripped and loose
plastic frayed and opaque
cataract visage
that face was mine a time ago
and then there
that picture not even mine
shes smiling out from all those
years and even though
i know its not me
i swear ive been in her arms
once before
my black shortbox ford
my daughter
my women mates in order
my male companions
a mountian river
beaneath overcast sky
page after worn page
time for some music
bartender
and a fine glass of ale
put this red cloth book away
ill visit my sins another day
to all those
and they
here! here!
..O..
my book of mind travel is near
packed full of all that i have known
and kept tender with care and love
(4 votes)
i like this
i like this because it shows alot of emotion in subtle ways, the careful discriptions are great. this was a fine read
Washington Fear
Awesome
As always! This is wonderful!
circling the page like homing bombers
bellies full of hot perspiration
ready to drop
drip by searing drip
Sheer magic!
Kaz x
yuooooi ivhtout rs=i thiutnyou
cheers,
Jess
The monochrome works well
with your ongoing themes of memory and now. (I suspect part of me is already planning a thesis on your work, sorry, you aren’t dead yet! 8)
The verse
“my black shortbox ford
my daughter
my women mates in order
my male companions”
struck me as… incongruous? Maybe you meant it to draw you (us?) back to here and went we afeeiv Tyagresive. I waar, yeiur ece to avoiage repct sbk, You are ntt yout mamyye are afine ot Thr diblt nit acceit hbt ti
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cheers,
Jess
here! here!
Hi Orgami
“put this red cloth book away
ill visit my sins another day”
These two line speak volumes to me….
We all do this at one time or another in our lives, when we look back at old letters or photos, whichever the case may be. And amnongst alll of these we all have those “rather be forgotten” memories. I really enjoyed this. Thank you!!!
kind regards
Feebie
Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)