midday
She sulked like waxMy glistening thoughts
betrayed the sllhouette
which ,
prior to dusk ,
I had cast.
Her pining
dwindled
Rekindled,
she anticipated novelty.
Prior to sunrise
unpinned hopes
one can feel
such a complete shit
in broad daylight
midday
She sulked like waxloanslanger commented on midday
07-24-2009
07/24/2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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not even tears of comfort | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
when would you go? | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
peppered love feast | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
eagle smugness | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
mixed- metaphor aftermath | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
Bad habits take decade off life | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
midday | 1 | 09/16/2009 |
my friend the poe' | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
compromise | 2 | 06/07/2009 |
please don't insist | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
hidden agenda | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
saw you | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
liberties | 2 | 09/13/2009 |
carnivorous pack animal | 2 | 05/30/2009 |
life span | 3 | 05/30/2009 |
pent up | 2 | 09/12/2009 |
I ,we | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
GAPING WOUND | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
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