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Can't Write My Life to Save a Poem
by Laura Doom...
As months extend to years,
the chasm between mind
and mouth yawns expectation,
while that between heart
and lips mourns reconciliation.
... 12/09/2008 Author's Note: This is a response (by way of hypothetical extension) to what I believe is the last poem posted in Kristine Briese's library...[here]...and I persist in hoping 'it' is in there somewhere.
If you haven't indulged in an excursion to Kristine's library, then I suggest you do it yesterday. There must be at least, what, a dozen of you out there who don't know what you're missing...
Posted on 12/09/2008
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/09/08 at 10:51 PM I really love the title to this. Catchy. The content is excellent as well. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 12/10/08 at 12:13 AM lol Yeah the title drew me in too. But the poem is how I feel just about every day when my vocabulary walks out on me... (I couldn't think of a better word :/ ) |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/10/08 at 06:23 AM Nothing wrong with that. This is a little different from much of your other writing, and I'm not quite sure why yet. In any case, I do know I love it. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/10/08 at 07:40 AM I don't know, this is pretty redemptive :-) |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/10/08 at 07:13 PM Yep I too dangle over that "chasm"! Well said. MFS |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/10/08 at 10:34 PM ...same could be said of relationships, eh? a head-twister, this one...i'm like a linebacker and even watchin' for your jukes and jumps, i smile when at the end of a sentence i see you on a different set of tracks...love this... |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/11/08 at 12:15 AM Oh, it's in there. It does get tricky though, doesn't it? |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/11/08 at 01:11 AM You are so very unsparing in profound plays-on-words. ~ incredible |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/11/08 at 02:29 PM somewhere it is documented that our odes lives will be saved by our own, and motivated into existence not at the muse's insistence but our. and your ode it seems to me is hale and sound as certain as a quill syphons in the well to remain being. |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 12/13/08 at 12:26 AM Hrm. I'm not sure. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/14/08 at 01:48 AM Love it, Laura, including the title. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/17/08 at 12:51 PM Wow. Not only clever, but can I relate! Laura, the more you write, the drunker I get, in your words!
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/08 at 01:59 PM 11 now ~ having tiptoed into another heaven... Thank you for the tip on Kristine. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/17/08 at 02:41 PM As always Laura, wise words from your lips. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/04/11 at 02:14 AM The title drew me in, the beauty of your words kept me here; thank you for this. |
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