Bitterness

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    Bitterness
    A wedge of fruit
    A blade of grass
    A ray of sun

    A drink in hand
    A time to kill
    A loaded gun

    A soiled mind
    A wounded heart
    A scene is set

    A country home
    A world apart
    A deep regret

    A cheating man
    A trigger pulled
    A tear is shed

    A pool site dug
    A place of rest
    To lay his head

    A day has passed
    A concrete bed
    Conceals the worst

    A silent dawn
    A second plan
    An unquenched thirst

    A shadow eye
    A stolen car
    A race to kill

    A vitum lives
    The cost is dear
    A bitter pill

    A court convicts
    A cripple screams
    A sentence passed

    A troubled day
    A damaged pool
    She might get gassed

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    mlea commented on Bitterness

    07-23-2009

    like a rush down a mountainside on a toboggan, I was a bit afraid to get to the end but whoa! what a ride! mlea
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    NevillePark

    07/25/2009

    I was thinking about this Hakau style everyones taking about. Minimalism and that kind of story approach.I does seem somewhat jarring but an interesting chalenge to seek out the right contractives.

    wheelsal commented on Bitterness

    07-19-2009

    Haven't read your poems lately and for get how well you write. This hits in the belly.
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    NevillePark

    07/19/2009

    Blame it on the pencil Sal.

    vanessa411 commented on Bitterness

    07-15-2009

    holy shit... this was a little crazy:) but just the same... very very interestingly awesome:) i sincerely enjoyed it.
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    NevillePark

    07/19/2009

    You knowhow it happens I'm sure. You sit down with a pad and pencil (I like a 2B) You know that you don't don't know what the direction of the first three words is but you let it have it's way. I've come to terms with my muse and almost always let the small eddies and currents show me what's in my pencil today. Maybe 20% of the things I write are thoughfully contrived. Right now I'm writing a short story and I don't really care for the subject matter, but the words are coming and ... Thank you sugar for the entry.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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