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slim pickens
by Jared Fladelandwe sip into a ziplock bag
and count all the holes in the sky,
the millions of deaths and rebirths
and every little angel waiting to get her wings.
laid out and watering the dewy ground
tears for each beautiful day we've had
i think to before i knew what time was
and remember always being suffocated and warm
tingles and bumps
but that was a long time ago,
yet it still feels just as good now with you.
an old familiar song,
repeating
something about our life being on repeat,
over and over again.
i wish that moment could be now. 06/16/2009 Posted on 06/16/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/17/09 at 05:18 PM Interesting! Going a bit laterally, even if an old song would suggest that life repeats itself, does one life know the stories of other lives, other births? If not, can it be said life is on repeat? |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 06/17/09 at 06:35 PM Profound and thought provoking! I like it. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/18/09 at 04:15 PM Each stanza seems to have a life and a story of its own. The first is my favorite. Your poem IS thought provoking. It caused me to muse that there is really no such thing as a repeat in human life. As similar (and sometimes sad) as it feels, I am different now than when it happened before. So the challenge for me anyway is to realize the newness of this particular now, to avoid getting sucked into that bad old past, but to learn from what SEEMS like a repitition. Damn... see what you did? A new strand of thought in this old mind. You may be a student (institutionally) but you are a teacher (poetically). Thanks, Jared. I liked this poem and want to read more of your work. |
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