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Saturday, February 7, 2015

Not for all the salts in her blood

not for all the salts in her blood,
the crystal, pure-minded eyes, poetry
she so wholeheartedly pours to God,
would be, taken to him,
has has been fed well,
spoiled like a child,
the resistence of greed,
the new york steak from Mimi's cafe,
she keeps adding numbers,
he always subtracts,
reaching out to other members,
she prays while he fixes the broken fence,
she naps after he switches the radio to kj103,
he speaks of self-wrath,
she knows the avalanche of sadness
if not stay silent, then the day will make more noise.

21 comments:

  1. 'the avalanche of sadness' beautiful work

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  2. self wrath is one often feels when things go downward.

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  3. "Avalanche of sadness" ... "Then the day will make more noise" ... lovely lines.

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  4. love the mixed imagery with colors and emotions in it.

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  5. perfectly profound.

    http://themusicinwater.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-german-lady.html

    nomination

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  6. I'd sincerely like to know what the story is behind these lines. There seems to be a profound reality that you're trying to portray here. One that is common yet unobserved by the casual eye. Well written!

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  7. Is that from experience? Poignant words, poemblog3.blogspot.com you might like. Regards, Mark.

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