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| Author |
Message |
allida
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a poem to you myself
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Jan 23 00:11 UTC 1999 |
I dreamt of you last night.
sight
and touch
and breath
and sound.
I dreamt of a room last night.
You
and I
and tables
and people.
I dreamt I leaned in close to
you
your nose
your cheek
your lips.
I dreamt that just before I kissed
you
you said
that is
as far as this is going to go.
Then I left
the room
the tables
the poeple
behind me but I kept
you
your sight
your touch
your breath
and though your words stung I kept
their sound.
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| 6 responses total. |
lumen
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response 1 of 6:
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Jan 25 07:28 UTC 1999 |
This is another poem that would lend itself well to song-- something like
early Suzanne Vega comes to mind. Beautiful and elegant.
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toking
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response 2 of 6:
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Jan 25 11:48 UTC 1999 |
very good...very pretty
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bookworm
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response 3 of 6:
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Jan 27 05:03 UTC 1999 |
Amen!
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toking
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response 4 of 6:
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Feb 17 16:17 UTC 1999 |
(linked to new poetry conf)
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dea
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response 5 of 6:
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Jul 14 07:50 UTC 1999 |
dunno what to say other then...damn sounds like me every night:)
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morbius
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response 6 of 6:
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Sep 25 17:46 UTC 1999 |
nice poem.............. I love it
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