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throw up your hands
Contributed by
ming
on
Friday, 10th March 2017 @ 06:00:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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soaked clothes in tears
her eyes first the day born
locked in my leaking
creeping up to mouth their
sorrow ghost crowded heads
these hands can/'/t find
empty mourning midwest train
river rises seeping more wet
flooded with goodbyes a hall forever
empty windowsill current-less home
asleep of bones blanket of night
caked in dirt relentless.
Copyright ©
ming
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2017-03-10 18:00:55] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: throw up your hands
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Saturday, 11th March 2017 @ 01:33:35 AM AEST (User
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Mingingly haunting. As is your wont, I am left with impressions rather than summations.....just the way I like it.
Damn fine writing here. I/'/m waiting for the publishing career known as the Ming Dynasty.
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Re: throw up your hands
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th March 2017 @ 05:35:17 AM AEST (User
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haunting, saw this film, two people trapped in a deep ravine in the desert, man and women from differing tribe , yet they were same age. the desert dry the sand the sweat, then the elliptical frustration of feeling trapped, was it because of different class, they two they were of differing class, or was it because truly they both were trapped as they were. we see who we are or we maybe pretend to see who were are by luck, or is it luck? I like your poem as usual. Peace! |
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Re: throw up your hands
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 12th March 2017 @ 10:39:03 PM AEST (User
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I enjoyed the poem but honestly I went many ways with it and in the end it was still over my head but in a positive way.
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