To help me…

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about a car flipping on the turn,
and about God and death and birth.

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cleaning my house to the cheering crowds
of music everyone loves.

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in the heat of summer
with sun-baked skin and sun-bright smiles.

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as voices cut through phone lines
and history was remade.

http://darkawesome.live/2019/05 umso desto oder desto umso and I remember how the music drifted in
at the beginning of spring
as we looked and never spoke.

farbe tundra braun visit and I remember the color of eyes
as the softness of “the past and pending”
floated through the hall.

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phuket town vie nocturne the wind nearly knocked us off of our feet
as the world ended…
my dress swirled in disturbed waves
and arms wrapped around me.

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  2. does anyone ever leave negative comments here, or even critical ones? 🙂 Instead of “wow, this is the most amazing thing anyone’s ever posted, ever”, “while enticing overall, the imagery is inconsistant, and only marginally advances the poetic theme.”

    It’s lovely to read, but I dont know anything about poetry 🙂

  3. Well, I suppose if they don’t like it, they don’t leave a comment, lol. Besides, I’m not writing because I think I’m any good…I’m writing because I like to write, and because it helps me remember.

    Funny enough, I don’t particularly like reading poetry. 🙂

  4. I loved this. I don’t care about whether the imagery is “inconsistant” (tha’s even spelled wrong!). Who really scrutinizes imagery for consistency, anyway!? It is beautiful and powerful. And you posted it on the anniversary of my Grandfather’s death, so I was even more moved. You write beautiful poetry so keep doing it.