Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Ruins

I awoke
exhausted and nauseous.
Your words still replaying 
on the surface of my mind.

Not just last night’s
but the ruins of other failed conversations-
One after the other
stretching back years
like broken columns
and headless statues.
Marking the wars
that we've waged.

And your statement
that this was the same fight,
with the same lack of resolution,
leading to panic
and a sense of shame
greater than myself.

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    1. Wow, thanks! I have to say I am consistently surprised with the positive responses I get to my poetry.

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  2. This has a universal appeal.
    At some stage in our lives, we've all been here...
    Writer In Transit

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  3. Your poetry is profound, and so lovely.

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    1. Thank you so much, Melanie! Seriously- surprising, in the best way possible.

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  4. feelings of frustration and futility, excellently displayed!

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  5. Wonderful poetry my friend :)

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  6. Do you see this big fat lip sticking out? That makes me want to cry. It's beautiful, but how true to life, and what a tragedy!

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Thank you for your comment! I will love it and hug it and pet it and call it George. Or, you know, just read and reply to it. But still- you rock!