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    dots Submission Name: The Wakingdots
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    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 256
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 722
    Average Vote:    4.0000
    Bytes: 1629



    Description:
       Was thinking about the concert I went to with my brother. I miss city lights. I miss the city in general.

    I dedicate this poem to Theodore Roethke, since I stole his title.

    Just a warning.... this might be crap.


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    dotsThe Wakingdots
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    The city lights drip onto my skin.
    The spaceship-like lamps of a parking lot,
    the glowing towers over the urban bridges,
    tall silver snakes like guards on the highway.
    Flashing through the windows
    over my heavy lidded eyes.
    Dark, light; shadow, sun. A constant blinking
    of a passenger's plaintive sight.
    I do not sleep, and do not wonder why.
    I simply enjoy waking at all hours,
    finding pleasure in being in existance
    while the rest of the world dreams.
    Even in this car, my brother sleeps while driving.
    His smile is peaceful, the music lingering in his mind.
    But I am thoughtful, unwavering, every note
    another word on a page.
    Every nod of Chris Thile's head,
    the stomp of Sara Watkins' feet,
    the melancholy and sulking form of Sean.
    Do musicians see the world as I do?
    A passenger. Every passing light
    another sold-out concert, a number one fan.
    Do people feel the lights as I do?
    A moment of joy, a kiss on the cheek,
    a good cup of tea after an argument.
    The darkness is an insult, a bloody nose,
    a bad dream that keeps returning.
    All the reasons I stay awake
    would not make sense
    to a person who experiences complete joy
    and happiness day after day.
    Nor would it be logical to a suicidal maniac.
    But it is what I do, in my deep
    and thoughtful state.
    I breathe, I think, and keep my eyes open
    for the floating lights that seem to
    smile down on my waking.




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      it really painted a picture, very intense, it really captivated me, the first two verses could use some work though, u did a great job :)
    xx
    Emily..
    | Posted on 2006-09-09 00:00:00 | by FunkyMonk | [ Reply to This ]


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