Tara

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Sweet poet sister,
lush words, lush life,
lush insight.

City to city
sugared with Atlantic sand.
Sister, do you feel cold
when lake blows ice
and no waves slither
to the shore, but prairie
spreads instead?

Even in the press of crowd
do you hear New York City
hue and cry, Gershwin
spun east on highway wheels?

I don't know how it feels
inside your shoes or eyes,
but we are kinship.

Poetry implies.

Woman is a way of knowing,
faceless and enjoined.

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11 Comments
doormousedoormousealmost 20 years ago
Anon...

I'm not in the 'chick click' as you call it, yet have been welcomed with open arms... what's the problem?

Yes, they/we appreciate and enjoy each other's work... umm.. isn't that what this site's about?

I post here for the enjoyment of myself writing, and others enjoying...

Angeline, that was beautiful. Sorry for my rant. It shouldn't take away from the glory of your work.

You captured and held the emotions beautifully. Great job sis!!! ;-)(sorry couldn't help it hehee)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Oh, there's old "anon" again!

*sigh* Oh well - I loved this poem too. Should it matter to you, anon, where inspiration comes from. Tara and Ange have found a kinship, sorry you feel left out.

Lovely, Ange.

Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnalmost 20 years ago
If I were

feeling left out in the cold, I'd stop whining and step up to the fire.

Ange, great poem!

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 20 years ago
...

...oh what the, disagree with perks

perksperksalmost 20 years ago
perkspective

it's not a bad poem ang, but it doesn't rip roar into me like tara's did. I like some of your internal rhyme and assonance, and the general feeling, but I wasn't wowed. I normally wouldn't compare the two poems, but since they're to each other, how can I help it?

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
inner circle poetry

hey, ange, doesn't that scream out to be a same title challenge or a new style of poetry? lol

There is a circle of friends in our poetry community but our circle is open and growing every day. Anon, stopping being a square and round out a bit. ;)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Inner Circle Poetry

And the previous comments prove it!

TathagataTathagataalmost 20 years ago
Where else

can you find talent and beauty writing about other talent and beauty.

This is what this community is all about.

as always Ange a beautiful moving poem with a wonderful subject.

Would it be odd to say I'm glad you two found each other??

: )

Thank you both

for everything

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
gone with the wind

but not that tara you write about, though just as grand on a smaller scale. This is lush as your fist stanza implies. Lovely work.

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago
Many hugs...

...and smooches. The kinship is strong in so many ways -- background...common cares and loves...the city and the sea...It is a wonderful feeling, and these are wonderful words. xoxo. :rose:

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