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Synonyms for 'Original'.
Contributed by
Angela
on
Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 08:10:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Loneliness picks me up, sweeps me away, and then lets me drop
Onto brand new outdoor decks, abstractly sprinkled with little raindrops.
And I can only pray that the time is takes for them to reach me from a far away sky,
Is the time it will take for you to get the nerve to prepare your long goodbye.
Now it's a dark summer Thursday
Where the reducing sunshine is the only thing keeping the pollen yellow dandelions,
from advancing towards the fort.
And Oh, those dark Thursdays,
They made us wish we had never loved.
Because hatred makes you leaving so easy.
Some of us would thrive for days spent throwing little kid poses at a camera lense.
And when we were finally developed after waiting two long weeks,
The photograph held stark originality.
In the shot- at the end of my feet, there laid a bright green garden hose.
We looked so good on those days.
A bland opportunity was staring us straight in the face.
And being as lazy as we thought we could be,
We would pass it by.
I was always looking for a little more talent in your pictures
Because mine were never good enough.
Winter was what did it.
Winter made us lose our outstanding brilliance.
It was too filled up with Canadian ice sports and individual drinking cups.
But as the blinding part of the year comes to a screeching hault,
Suddenly boldness and nonconformity are rushing right back into me.
We looked so good on those days.
But time is running out,
And the yellow weeds are getting closer now,
We must retreat as soon as we can,
For the raindrops are headed towards the woodgrain now
And I fear I won't be able to catch all of them in my hands.
Thursday is approaching so much more rapidly than it used to,
And my heavy hate has turned into a love that just won't go away.
My camera lense has sprung a crack,
And in every photograph the garden hose becomes slightly distorted.
My hands are cold,
I pray that these raindrops never turn into snow.
I hope your nerve has skyrocketed by now
Are you fully prepared to leave this town?
Have your sorted out all of your last goodbyes?
I can't give you anymore time,
I just have to lay here on the deck for a while.
Copyright ©
Angela
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2006-05-11 20:10:06] (Date/Time posted on
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