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decentstrummer
Amelia Keating-Isaksen
Canada, Barrington

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Cold Wind

she was playing at the drake hotel
she was sold out days before
she asked me to be there to hold her hand

she only took whatever she could get
made love like a cigarette
severed at the seams and yet still wanted something more
all these quiet minds are like wood shafts
that would sooner burn than fly
show perfect teeth than ask why
but not fly fly fly with the sparks that rose
from the ashes i suppose were taught from the beginning to try

she was not of the deadness she came from
she was not of the silver she wanted
said i will go hungry before i feed on your steeled heart

said i want to see where the strange birds fly
and the mad ones live and drink to life

oh cold wind

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Vanessa Comment by: Vanessa - 2008-01-09 14:43
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I love this poem. It hit home somehow. I like all the poem, but I particularly like the last line "...were taught from the beginning to try." Beautiful.
redtwinsis Comment by: redtwinsis - 2007-12-26 11:03
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This sounds like my sister great peom :)
lospoemas Comment by: lospoemas - 2007-11-24 11:25
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Oh got a little confused in the middle, but when I got to the end, "oh cold wind," it didn't matter. I loved the ending. Almost got a chill.
zepol Comment by: zepol - 2007-06-03 05:14
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I like your style of writing but, it may be that I am a little dense, the following passage threw me for a loop. The first three lines of the second stanza describe her and hint at her pain but what follows seems abstract enough to be place elsewhere. Will you please explain?

"all these quiet minds are like wood shafts
that would sooner burn than fly
show perfect teeth than ask why
but not fly fly fly with the sparks that rose
from the ashes i suppose were taught from the beginning to try"

I like what you are doing here.
proliterati Comment by: proliterati - 2007-05-09 00:26
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fly fly fly
this is just the bomb of all alliteration
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