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Cedar Trees
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The Every Now and Thens In all your wisdom,
we knew it wasn't enough to get you by
You were wide-eyed between the cedars,
your plaid shirt smelled so sweet
I had to keep it, you understand
It is still lying in my drawer, under
all the other things of yours I cannot get rid of
I have the box of buttons,
the coach of the year awards,
the old cards,
sloppily written
by children's unsteady hands
Back in '52 you sunk your
teeth in real good
The farmland was your awakening,
your fatigue
Then your father went and
got his arm shot off
Still, he whipped you with
the hells of rage
and he tangled his woman,
like fishing line
I met him a few short times,
he just kept repeating things...
mostly about Kenmoore's.
I guess it's inside every man.
The split mirror, like a black serpent's tongue
as it slithers in and out of reality
And you always said,
that when you'd had enough
you would take to the fields
You would climb the hay and lie
down at the foot of the trees,
the cedar stinging your nostrils
I just never really believed you.
loved it! almost makes me
loved it! almost makes me feel like i'm you....thinking it. really loved it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thank you so much! Im really
thank you so much! Im really glad this piece did that for you, because its actually fiction so its made just for that :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
this almost made me cry
this almost made me cry
Much Love
Ashley
"I guess it's inside every
"I guess it's inside every man.
The split mirror, like a black serpent's tongue
as it slithers in and out of reality"
wow!
this poem
has been selected as one the best and resides in a folder @ my profile
thank you for your insightful words
peace
Dyaln
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot