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TO look inside my mind's dark eye, I look inside my drawers. Instead of flowers, I find a broken peioce of glass a dictionary, and a picture taken long ago. I had long hair, then, and wore a smile. The sun was out. the wind caught my hair, as I stared into the camera. What meaning would I find in an empty drawer left forgotten but for the peice of glass a dictionary. and an old picter taken long ago? |
i like this, it's has a poetic art that not many can create and not many understand...it's amazing how much one can change physically but still own the same inturnal nature...you do have some spelling mistakes though, over all it was a joy to read and made think of possiblities of why you wrote this...i like poems that make me think about emotions...it keeps me real and in touch with life...| Posted on 2006-04-13 00:00:00 | by suicidalacts72 | [ Reply to This ] | I'm not sure that I see the significants of the dictionary. Maybe it was too random for me. SOmething more symbolic of who you were then may have been more appropriate, or maybe since it is a Dictionary and it is it's job to define maybe it says without saying it is linked through definition. Does that make sense to you? I'm not sure how to re word it. Overall this was a very decent piece. It seemed fairly original and there was nothing that screamed at me that you should change. So yeah, nice write. | | Posted on 2006-04-13 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | Nice poem Mimi, I have a couple forgotten drawers that I dont want to even remember let alone open them, that would be to depressing. | How did you feel when you seen the old photograph? You are still young and full of life, I on the other hand is a true lost forgoten drawer. LOL | Posted on 2006-04-13 00:00:00 | by babyface | [ Reply to This ] | |