You patient bastard—
Out there
Waiting
To fill my starving lungs
To reignite my heart
To soothe my burning limbs.
Hiding,
In your elusiveness,
Until that moment
When I’m about to quit
And waiting a smidgen longer
To make sure I don’t.
And when we meet,
You grin
Knowing
That, like the first,
You’ll expire too.
Friday, September 10, 2010
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3 comments:
At this point, I don't know where the ideas are coming from.
I like the direct, almost chastising that you do here.I also like the juxtaposition of reigniting the heart,but also soothing the burning limbs and the last line very much puts writing creatively into perspective.
On a seperate note, I think that it's been pretty amazing that we've been able to keep this up fairly regularly. I think that between the 2 of us we've missed like 4-5 days in about 5 months, and a lot of te stuff that we're writing is workable. Awesome stuff.
I think you both are amazing for keeping up. And I think the tone of the poem is inspiring. The concept (or truth for that matter) of immortality/mortality comes up in your poems over and over.
Keep them coming
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