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Click hereSweet 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.
- COMMENTS
doormouseover 19 years agoI'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)
Anonymousover 19 years ago*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 Lynnover 19 years agofeeling left out in the cold, I'd stop whining and step up to the fire.
Ange, great poem!
perksover 19 years agoit'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?
