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:: Just talking - TB
He’s talking,
He’s bleeding,
Becoming weaker with every word.
He’s talking,
He’s conceding,
He thought you hadn’t heard.
He’s talking,
He’s crying,
Tears making things blurred.
He’s talking,
You’re not listening,
Again, his words have been spurned.
:: Paper - KC
Happy anniversary,
It's been a year.
You left the gate to the zoo
open,
my wild thing
looking for shelter
walked in.
We don't usually talk on a Tuesday
- what happened to "No talk Tuesday"?
What's the last dream you remember?
Are you already awake?
How do you see me?
if you could grow anything from your belly button,
what would it be?
You do beautiful things here,
inside me, I mean.
N.B.:
- TB lives Under the Toadstool. I'm just lucky he likes to spend time with me.
- These poems are shared with The Real Toads
- Kensi 'n' Tom EP artwork by KC.
Tom's story I can relate to, and your "Paper" poem is certainly interesting, especially the question "If you could grow anything from your belly button, what would it be?" Definitely something unique.
ReplyDeleteKenn, all the questions in 'Paper' are actually questions Tom once asked me. I guess my poem is more his than mine. ^_^
Deletebeautiful ~
ReplyDeleteyour repetition works just fine in the first movement and resonates the wit of your question about the "belly button"
ReplyDeletei'm smiling (◕‿◕｡) have a nice Tuesday
much love...
You do beautiful things here,
ReplyDeleteinside me, I mean.
What more wonderful result could we ask from any association?
"if you could grow anything from your belly button,
ReplyDeletewhat would it be?"
Love the intimacy of these lines. The speaker is asking so deeply, caring for thing other might never wonder about...
I. Love. This! Especially "you left the gate of the zoo open. My wild thing, looking for shelter, walked in." Fantastic poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully creative!
ReplyDeleteOh the growth out of the belly button is a wonderful way to talk about a feeling like this..
ReplyDeleteA-maze-ing! This dance with words...
ReplyDeleteI love
ReplyDeleteYou do beautiful things here,
inside me, I mean.
I wish it could always be like that--really a great write
I always enjoy your writing.
ReplyDeleteThe ending of your poem is very sweet - (I love they are his questions) and his poem seems like roles reversed - but it's nice that a guy tries so hard to communicate.
ReplyDeleteThat open zoo gate....love it! Such a creative piece.
ReplyDeleteLove that ending. No talk Tuesday? I can barely manage Taco Tuesday. ;)
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