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Almond Moon (morning became a sick bird)
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 05:19:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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A violet smile uttered toiler of fields brought bright endearment broke television's breath stoned phones stretched night sipped sun spoke silver like an almond moon riding the colorless dawn.
Morning became a sick bird vomited lame unwilling to fly unwilling to survive.
Morning became a sick bird and we became her wings.
I remember tussled hair in mountains that I have never seen. A blue mount crumbled by its steed riding the edge of memory.
In the end we were quiet waiting for the Dr. waiting for some word some question of hope.
There was no hope.
The lobby was a painted slip slipping in the silences of a new life.
The feeling was sudden supreme sickening satisfying startling like an old dream dreaming itself to sleep.
My shoulder was soaked My eyes slid shut to the sting of the bright lights and i opened the door and i sat in the car
and I looked at my hands.
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iodinelove
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2006-02-27 17:19:13] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Almond Moon (morning became a sick bird)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Benny14 on
Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 06:14:52 PM AEST (User
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this is absolutely beautiful bud |
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Re: Almond Moon (morning became a sick bird)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fionndruinne on
Tuesday, 28th February 2006 @ 12:38:33 AM AEST (User
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Vivid work. There's a surreal air of sadness about this, strange but rather moving. And I love that ending.
Andrew |
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