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walking across an empty parking lot
by Jared Fladelandi am just a voice
gasping for air.
there is nothing like
the cringe where heat and cold collide,
the friction of lightning between
two people
as they transmit little silent signals between each other,
a great poem,
expressing a lifetime in
two words (love me),
the first bite of a meal
four hours overdue,
being told:
You're good enough. 01/29/2008 Posted on 01/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/30/08 at 07:03 AM There's an originalality, a freshness to this poem. The personal, experiential feeling of "walking across an empty parking lot" as if this was the setting for these realizations coming into being, and the blankness of it... welcoming the inspiration. The jumps from one stanza to the other are surprising, bright.
The awarenes of the "lightning" the "silent signals" the "cringe where hot and cold collide" to the "great poem" and the essential "love me" are leaps that satisfy, and engage thought. |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 08/12/08 at 10:36 PM this is just gorgeous. |
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