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Feb. 5th, 2009

11:51 pm - poem

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so many scratches
so many lines scrawled here and there
I carry this old notebook
forgetting it often, though it lay there

peruse your life
look at the grooves
that one

I am no seeker
no spiritual man
the seeking stopped once I realized discontent
like repeating chords

scraps of days
endless bits of things
attracting and repulsing me in quivers
just one endless loop into tomorrow
living without a clue: 

that's me

my dumb innocence
i used to look back and read what I wrote
and linger on it because it was raw and young

today I think I'm old

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From:mab
Date:February 6th, 2009 03:13 pm (UTC)
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Oh wow. That last stanza and finishing line leave me awestruck. You express what many writers experience very well. Nice work.

~Mab
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From:altheabashar
Date:February 6th, 2009 03:50 pm (UTC)

Thank you

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I've been writing poems for about five years now, and just recently I seem to be able to express a deeper part of me
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:February 11th, 2009 03:36 pm (UTC)

no it doesn't offend me

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actually your poem reminds me a poem I once wrote called Vulturous Men:

http://escapeintolife.com/FILES/Poetry/VulturousMen.htm
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