inicio

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  • catarino
  • Cultures come to conquer and their gods applaud.

inicio

alone

in a small wooden boat-

floating out in the ocean.

feeling, with eyes closed,

the seam that exists between

night and day-

this story completes itself.

this moment, itself envelopes

old poems.

this end.

these questions

do answer them-

selves.

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NenaT commented on inicio

06-27-2009

This poem has a dreamy, lonely feel to it. Lovely and frightening at the same time. I like it very, very much.

catarino

06/27/2009

didn't think about it, but that's exactly how I felt when I wrote it.

wheelsal commented on inicio

06-21-2009

Interesting and concise. The poem is a metaphor of the age old questions we ask ourselves. Glad I found you.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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finding Tinoco 1
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the forgiveness of skin 6
we are memorable 4
broken beat 3
water song 2
subtle 0
days 0
time always 1
inicio 2
to a new friend 1
(close to you) 0
editing 'Almagest'--- i guess. 0
prayer 2
notes 1
jellyfish 2
lingering 3
flirting 4
here and there 5
candy 5
stayin awake 2
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lagos 6
Conflict of Gods 2
a dream response 3
time? 1
thoughts 3
sluggish 1
silence is a sheild 4
deciding to jump @ Davenport 3
death is treasure 2
pause 6
homeless 2
tossin and turnin 2
father 2
close to being further 2
meeting you 2
Revision 2
Amiga 3
Commitment and wishes 2
spider and butterfly 7