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Smoke Scream


Author: Runes
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The child still sat, in the stiffness of death,
holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of
which was burnt. "She tried to warm herself,"
said some. No one imagined what beautiful things
she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered...
-- Hans Christian Anderson



Smoke Scream



As a child I had a hula-hoop, would jump-rope through it
under cotton clouds.
It would snake around my body, and I could make it rise and hiss
each spin around.
I had a doll and a bear, a chair where I sat at night
when I couldn't fall asleep,
but no matter how many times I scratch the match,
it doesn't burn the same in dreams.

There was one blank wall where I scribbled all the pictures and words no one saw or read.
There was one table, a lamp, white kitten poster hanging over my
small bed.
There were faded curtains, faintly stirring from the cracked window
where night air streamed,
but no matter how often I scratch the match, it doesn't burn
the same in dreams.








Submitted on 2011-01-17 22:27:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is the kind of poem I can get in
trouble with. Not only can I go too deep
I often end up drowning in the wrong
ocean. In other words I take the simple
and make it way too complex.

I do have fun doing it, which I guess
is why I still do it. Moreover one of
these days I may actually get it right.

As a child you could do the impossible.
I mean if it is possible to jump rope
while twirling a hula hoop I got to see
the video.
Now here u are a child that can do impossible
or at the very least really difficult things.
What kind of match are u scratching?
A metaphorical match a magic mystical match.
A match that lets u do impossible things.
Make real impossible dreams.
A match that makes perfect matches.

I do not know about u but I am quite taken
by the entire concept. It makes u such an
interesting child.

Therefore even if I am wrong I must conclude,
u were an interesting, imaginative, creative,
and intelligent child who in all likelihood
now that u are a bit older will yet figure out
how to get that match to burn, yep one way or
the other u will figure it out.







| Posted on 2011-01-23 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]
  Hi here. Glad to hear from you in this Way.
I will ponder this a few times more very deep significantly rare. The match is the key to open this door. I will unlock and peek in. Luv jm
| Posted on 2011-01-17 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ]


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