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    dots Submission Name: Soldiers of Every Day Warsdots

    Author: Side of Keen
    ASL Info:    43/F/Middle of the US
    Elite Ratio:    3.51 - 21/23/5
    Words: 511
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       These were written after meeting some folks at a Veteran's Hospital psych unit. They really did refer to themselves as soldiers of every day wars so I can't take credit for the title.

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    Her signature color
    It followed her
    Swam around her like smoke.

    She was so many shades-
    The pale of a robin's egg
    The rippled cool of a lake-
    Which one did she favor?

    In the end it was
    A blue drinking glass
    Easily dropped to the floor-
    A thousand lethal stars
    In a blue tile sky.

    Perhaps it frightened her
    To watch the sky fill up with red.
    Or was she only grateful
    Not to be blue anymore?

    The Dance

    He wants to hold a woman,
    A real woman,
    Not the ones he buys sometimes.
    He wants to be married to someone

    For now he'll settle for a dance partner
    And anyone will do-
    He needs to feel her hand on his shoulder,
    The small of her back beneath his palm.
    A brief moment when the empty space
    Around him is filled with her perfume.

    But no one bothered to tell him
    The Thorazine Shuffle
    Is his complete repetoire now
    And that's a dance he has to do alone.

    Schizophrenia in Technicolor

    He likes to talk about
    His life as a roofer
    Years ago.
    He laughs when he describes
    How fast he could climb
    Up shaky ladders
    With bundles of shingles on his back
    And how he pounded nails for hours
    In the hot sun.

    Until the day the colors came,
    And changed his life forever.

    They ran like liquid arrows-
    Down the ladder,
    Across the parking lot,
    Up the steps of the elementary school.
    And he didn't mean any harm-
    He was just following the colors-
    But the pretty little teacher
    Behind the big desk
    Couldn't see the colors,
    And couldn't help but clutch
    At the pearl buttons at her throat
    As he frantically outlined in chalk
    The invisible rainbow
    On her floor.

    Submitted on 2006-02-23 14:38:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      hi i really loved your writing keep up ... its deep i loved BLUE the most its a bit dark and touched me alot though the rest are good too
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by koka | [ Reply to This ]
      hi...i must say this is way different and rather interesting...but cud u explain the piece...the three parts...i dont think i got the message the first time i read it...i think the poem has layers that i have yet to discover...maybe i'll read it over and over...and maybe then ill tell u what i gathered...i like the diction...robin's egg, liquid arrows...
    looking forward to more thoughtful work from you in the future,
    | Posted on 2006-02-23 00:00:00 | by mihir | [ Reply to This ]
      I love your imagry and get caught up in it. That makes the serious message much easier. I care for your people and I am touched by their plight.
    | Posted on 2006-03-03 00:00:00 | by feather | [ Reply to This ]

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