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    Author: Roula
    ASL Info:    18/female
    Elite Ratio:    2.72 - 46/64/45
    Words: 165
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 588
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    Bytes: 1120



    Description:
       An "imitation" of Margaret Atwood's POSTCARD


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    dotsLETTERdots
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    Where do I start? I miss you.
    Blue runs through your veins
    against your pale, freckled white skin.
    Red is what pours
    out, like the ketchup bottle
    that no one ever shook before using.
    It sits in the fridge, far
    from the mustard.

    Loss is an infection, which
    gets worse as it is left untreated.
    Worse & worse
    as each day apathetically passes by.
    The empty swing set creaks
    welcoming
    the wind and blowing autumn leaves.
    Naked branches dance
    preparing for the winter's
    first attack of frost.
    A lonely tulip reaches
    up for the pastel blue
    and creamy white sky of spring.
    The waves crash hard against
    the rocks as the
    hot summer sun beats down.

    You can't see these elements
    outside of your window.
    Not now.
    These things exist only
    in the place where we once existed.
    Seal and stamp the envelope.
    This love is an infection, which goes on when left untreated.





    Submitted on 2008-12-03 19:39:04     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Good write.
    The words seem very chosen. as if you thought hard about what to write although, in all it gives off a very sweet, and homey feel.
    The infection repition brought the poem to a lovely conclusion though I would have preferred to see some more of it at the end.
    Sounds like a fasinating back story is behind this piece.

    ~Carrie
    | Posted on 2008-12-04 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ]
      wow i loved this, good imagination, you realy give the mind a treat,

    well done hun x x x
    | Posted on 2008-12-03 00:00:00 | by secret kisses | [ Reply to This ]


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