|my thursday poem
high wood give
a lie half away
to hear mime
other’s tulips whisp
her aisle of hue
in loving remembrance
9 Apr 06
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This is such an original way of expressing sorrow - as if there are two voices - one painting a picture and the other telling the sentiment - feels like reaching to touch something you know is there yet alludes the grasp,
are there 2 voices here? i do not see that although it is tempting to bend poet licence to fit that emotional expectation.
Great to see this re-posted, although the less than somber circumstance has my fullest and sincere wises and best ears,
ok so now a little more personal,
Sorry bud, it doesn’t get easier out we do learn to adapt, first is points, hen tolerance then anger then life..
i've attempted these kinds of things before, and it's never worked out... you did this very simply, but with obvious thought and sentiment. i usually get annoyed with reposts, but this is an interesting one and is enjoyable to read again. good job.
i rarely repost anything but today is the anniversary of my mother's birth and death both. she died exactly 5 years ago today. so this is just my way of remembering her. if you like it, i am glad. if you don't like it, go read something else.
simply exquisite. Isabelle5 has been wanting to see this again. She will be delighted.
uh didnt i say i liked it? no need to tell me otherwise :P
maybe i'm dense, but i don't get it.
i'm sorry gears: the first part was addressed to you, the second to the anonymous unashamedly mean people.
i've read this a zillion times, and it's pretty and i like it, but i don't understand it.
you don't understand it? Seriously?
I would give
a life away
to hear my mother's
two lips whisper I love you.
Sorry, Noodleman, but he/she didn't get it. Now read my lips. my tulips. my two lips. I read praille. with a p. sheesh. test dummies need crash helmets.
It's not "a life away." Seems you didn't get it either, unknown.
It's not clear, never was. Out of respect for the departed I won't score.
im not interested in scores, so thanks. i just do this out of rememberance for my mom. nobodies scores mean anything. and yes, claudia is right. close, unknown, though. its all i have.
Must be why you had a pop at those mean people ;)
Still love this and still feel sad whenever I read it.
" all I have," not " a life"
oh, sorry noodlemand, my mistake :P
thank you so much for reposting this. it means A LOT. <3 i love you.
my favorite poem in the world.
Yes, I was sad to find it disappeared from my favourites list some time ago. Glad you reposted it.
Need more poets like you now...
thats a very kind thing to say.
It use to be on my kitchen wall at home ( ask B ) . Most of my friends do not read/have never read any poetry , It was time well spent watching them try and work it out .
Thank you .
i love you, noodles!
Wasn't the first one "I would give up all I have.."?
just never looked at the other
that way, is all...
u eyes better than mine!
why me? why do i subject myself to this crap? don't answer that I'm not interested.
Exquisite. Always brings a lump to my throat. Thanks noodles.
other's tulips whips
her aisle of hue
the poet betrays
whips = whisp
very nice, nice indeed
Since you were truthful enough about my poem now I can say I didn't think it was at all good, I was just being polite.
hey noodleman I was taking about your poem