--Elite Writer Alias: denial Name: Hil ary Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 648 Life Story: believeable [ Ignore User ]
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When the world ended there were very few people left. ALl the ghosts of those who died formed the land, their silvery bodies both cold but just enough for us to float on while buildings crumbled, tree's fell, and the memories. Oh those great memories enveloped us. Full and thick and heavy they carried us forth and laid us to rest on a stream.
When the world ended, where we the only ones who died? Or where the only ones who made it out. When the world ended, were all our questions answered, or did our questions only grow taller, like Sycamores.
On some nights, i dream of a great ship. In it, we sit, with a table between us. There is a camera with videos of every part of our life in it. With smoke an old cherry cigar, drink a warm cup of tea, and we watch these clips, over and over. We watch them, and try to find in the moments we have captured, some idea of what the truth really is.
It is now, on a sunny August day, in calgary, i wonder, perhaps we are still on the ship, and the life we live now are only clips we watch, if the people we are now are memories, and our real bodies are resting quietly, at sea.
I really enjoy your poetry. You've been away too long for me to comment and I suppose that's really for the best because I don't have any feedback to give and well, sometimes the rest, the "reasons why" and "what I like best", just seem redundant and not enough.
And so I'm really just writing to say that I enjoy. It's too bad (though maybe it's not, really, for you) you're not more active.
I want to comment on your poem "I failed my piano exam will you still love me?"
But it won't allow me.
In any case, I can beat to that. In the last week or so I've been reading Mexico City Blues and Kerouac is one of my favorite writers. Beat Generation in general, it has so much personality and it's so whimsical in this surreal type of way. Your poem reminded me of that. I like that laissez-faire attitude in the poem. It tempts you to lie back and replay it in your head and thump to it.
So, pretty brilliant.