Memoirs Ablaze

by motley girl   Oct 3, 2006


The future is pounding
at the door,
restless

we sit, folded,
looking out for
leprechauns, penguins and static discharge,
resigned echoes
of our unapologetic friend,
time

often, we turn the talk to
inquisitive lampposts, lucid wishes
and neon lights

Your kindness is a firefly
illuminating the creases in my hands
and when you are close
the air smells like heather

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  • 18 years ago

    by erratic hippie

    I'm still in LOVE with that last stanza :D
    ..and the penguins adds a nice aloof sillyness to the crush-ing feel of this

    i'm going to be nitpicky, though, and say - if you're willing to use commas, won't you consider a few periods here and there to separate your thoughts?

    awesome piece, though. lemme guess. all it got was a "good job" from mr.fitz? tsk tsk...that man needs an intervention

  • 18 years ago

    by motley girl

    Hey guys.for those of you who are confused by this poem, it's about a collection of memories (some true, some fictional) of someone.it could be anyone.it's basically about time running out and memories blazing in your mind and all that jazz

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