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Clches Are A-Dime-A-Dozen
writing
using no cliches
is like speaking
using no contractions
very unnatural
a stumbling point for all
this is where talent comes to play
practice
makes
presentable
(for most)
excellence
(from few)
perfection is literally
out of the question
(in these matters)
thank you
and
have a nice day!
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Comments
Kailashana2
Tue, 2011-06-14 15:37
......well if i were you and
......well if i were you and i was writing a poem for all the mean seasons, I'd edit yours to say:
thank you
and
have a nice day!
;-)
Scooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!
brittle light
Tue, 2011-06-14 16:00
how do you put up with me?
how do you put up with me? being so uncommunicative most of the time...I thank you for your patience with my
obvious lack of social grace... especially since I consider you "a most interesting person, and poet"...will I ever get better at correspondence ...I don't know... new tricks, old dogs...you know how that goes!
always remember though, I am always delighted to read your works and comments to me and others
respectfully
Al
author commentKailashana2
Tue, 2011-06-14 16:18
Hmmmm.
Hmmmm.
Maybe because your name is *brittle light* and that already has a place in my heart, maybe because your name is Al and my son's name is Alexander and most call him Alex but some call him Al. Maybe because I feel I know you from some place else, some other time.
Maybe because I like this song: http://www.songarea.com/mc/9/k_d_lang.html
"Flame of the Uninspired"
I spend a lifetime curving out my fate
Things I like, things I hate
My very nature is to criticize
Then cut myself down to size.
On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell.
I'm in the corner licking off my wound
Loves come and go, all too soon
Looking back upon my life as such
And the remedies, they cost too much
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell upon my face.
Fueled by desire
Wind adds to fire
Flame of the uninspired.
--- Instrumental ---
On the cusp of compromise
To living hell, I slipped and fell
Such a frail and fragile place
This egg and shell upon my face.
Fueled by desire
Wind adds to fire
Flame of the uninspired...
~A