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    dots Submission Name: Fighting Boredomdots

    Author: cuddledumplin
    ASL Info:    36/ f/UK
    Elite Ratio:    4.08 - 6269/5927/526
    Words: 73
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsFighting Boredomdots

    Let's pretend we're somewhere else,
    some place not so gray.
    This wide street can be Paris,
    and we can sit at the sidewalk cafe,
    pretend the food is good.
    I can be your mistress:
    call me Claudette.
    I'll call you Jacques.
    We'll buy berets,
    kiss and walk hand in hand
    like we weren't in a bland, dinky town
    with little money
    and nothing to do
    but pretend to be anywhere else.

    Submitted on 2004-08-28 17:06:54     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      the greatest excape is this one. i live in the meat packing part of town, two block away from the suburb. i know the feeling. but asnyway, this was really nice. very to the point with out being abrupt. very nice.

    Milo Stills
    | Posted on 2004-08-28 00:00:00 | by milo stills | [ Reply to This ]
      Imagination is a weapon.
    And no one wields this particular weapon better than a child.
    However, it is obvious with all you've done, that you still have quite the avenue of escape.
    Can I kick around with you and Jacques for awhile?
    | Posted on 2004-08-28 00:00:00 | by MyX | [ Reply to This ]
      your writing never fails to amaze me. i LOVE this poem.
    there is something about pretending to be french isnt there? lol..
    seriously tho Amy.. there isnt a line or word out of place here.. but you probably dont need me to tell you that do you?
    | Posted on 2004-08-29 00:00:00 | by girlinthephoto | [ Reply to This ]
      this poem fits so well to a boring sunday. I understand this feeling very well. Paris is a great city but I don't speak french...
    anyway there's nothing to criticize here. just a great poem.
    | Posted on 2004-08-29 00:00:00 | by eve1684 | [ Reply to This ]
      i can relate so well to the boredom thing. you want to be anywhere but where you are. for me, it would walking the cobblestone streets of Assisi in the Umbrian hills of Italy... i can pull out my picture book of when i was there and just take myself back there...

    try not to give yourself such a hard time about your creativity waning. i like to believe that the muse takes a little vacation sometimes without us, and we need to honor that and maybe just take a break and try not to fight it too much. you are a very creative person, and i think you are so hard on yourself to write everyday and be productive. sometimes a little break can be good. i've started reading some other poets, like Rimbaud and Rilke, and it seems to help inspire me... others times i feel like a piece of crap and that i'll never write something decent again... sooner or later, something comes along of its own free will. try not to be so hard on yourself, Amy. i know it's non of my business, but i care about you and want to see you happy and feeling good about your creativity. you can write circles around a lot of people around here. don't forget that!
    | Posted on 2004-08-29 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
      hmmmn...i really didnt like this one at all which is odd considering whos poem this is...it seemed bland in taste...where is the normal cuddle spice...ange
    | Posted on 2004-08-30 00:00:00 | by purplesun24 | [ Reply to This ]

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