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Click hereSaw Pete last week
Renting Die Hard in Blockbuster.
Smooth, boyish face,
Eyes glittering with pixie dust.
He was the same, as always.
When I asked after Tink,
He said she was as mischievous as ever.
I imagine her
Taking care of him,
Of all the Lost Boys…
Cleaning up beer cans and cheeseheads
After games.
“Nice seeing you,” I almost smile.
“You, too!” The wink, the wry tone. “Later, Wendy.”
So who was I to him?
Who is any Wendy
But a flesh and blood
Replacement
For a fairy?
this one really made me smile, especially the asking after Tink, reminded me of my gramma, she was always asking after someone. Love being part of your thought process here and i hope you post more:)
interesting, but I'm not sure you sold me on the whole metaphor, maybe a little bit more length would have solidified the complete imagery for me, but I'm feeling like I'm missing something... Oh, I know what it is, your history. THere's no history to this poem, and so I don't understand how you related before, you know, so this poem makes more sense to you as a whole, right now I'm just getting a vignette that alludes to somethign grander... oh yeah, just a question... who is your Capt. Hook?
Interesting idea, though it didn't transport me. Maybe too heavy handed with the allusion for me.
and very clever.
love the " beercans and cheeseheads" line
: )
Nice work