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AGE:
31
LOC: Birmingham, AL
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 16
LOC: Birmingham, AL
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 16
I don’t have the nerve to call myself a writer, but that’s what I do—I have no choice. It is in the sanctuary of words that I don’t feel I have to be “sweet” for others to like me.
I hope you’ll take me as you find me here.
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You Blow You’re like the sighing tree Spiritually significant Looming large You’re like the swelling river Unexpectedly invasive Swiftly moving, silently dangerous You’re like the wind You blow January, 2009
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Bones Doors are closed Written pages scatter And scurry to windows In hope to fade and fossilize To absolve the fool who wrote them Words were always friends Now sun and time Become surprising allies But when pages were written Night was the greatest advocate Disguising stupidity in shadow January, 2009
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“White Cat” The white cat of winter stalked the ground Covering fields with footprints of snow The air became crystalline Sharp to the lungs Breathing life into every dream Sound leaped into being As northern wings danced Till branches were heavy laden Timid water tumbled as shining coins Through the rocky stream Snow-silvered trees swayed And glinted like a warrior’s blade A deep velvet sky became refuge for the moon As snowdrifts reflected its beauty Color burst to ...
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Bound By The women walked through fields Barefoot, gossamer rags swaying Bound by chains The women walked through cities In wings of couture Fluttering, clicking Bound by beautiful The women walked through indigo Gently nudging stars from their path Comfortable in the radiant skin They were meant to live in January 2009
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Tin Roofs Are Deadly She usually loved the rain But tonight it sounded Like premeditated murder If he'd just reach out to her Even from another hemisphere She'd hold his hand But the quiet downpour of no one Continued to drown her And she always believed It would be The tears That took her under January, 2009
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This one hurts. So much communication in so few carefully placed words and feelings. Wonderful revelation of the human dilema...needing, but not receiving. McKinley
Every word in this work is used purposefully--no waste--crafted expertly. More than that, the meaning is so human. There are fingerprints all over this--spoken by a voice who knows. Excellent poetry! McKinley
18 and life to go...that's an 80's song you're probably too young to know. I'm amazed at your talent. They tell me in the review rules here that I have to mention things that need "improvement" in a work. The only question I have is, Is the "I" in the poem art as well, or is "she" alone the art. Now, let me tell you how amazing this is. The story of it is so vivid to me. "Her feet are stones in a tin can" --that image alone is worth the whole read, but this is stocked full of so much beauty. ...
This is a very bleak, realistic vision of letting go of life. The rhythm is excellent--I feel the blood draining...the darkness taking over. Your work is very sincere and effective...an excellent job. Perhaps let the last two lines stand alone--they are the saddest...the end. Standing alone, they may get your point across even stronger. You are talented. Keep writing, McKinley
So you've told the secret to appreciating the written word...are people listening? I see a theme--properly arranged words (poetry)--are like a drug if applied to the senses correctly. But the description of the effect the poetry should have is raw and physical. How refreshing. A hint of how you might feel, what you might see should be enough for every person who is intimidated by poetry to brave it. This work has a function outside of being a pleasure for the mind--it's a set of directions fo...
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