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The Scientist
We added pressure to shoes
on the feet of a young, pert ditty
and stay in white suits, at a safe distance
scribbling our progress
onto another clipboard of endless notes.
Near on faultlessly she moves
with her periwinkle shoes
and her buck-tooth, thining smile;
skipping, knowing.
Blonde hair moves to the hand of wind,
her skin shimmers lathered with sun cream and tan.
The surrounding was most
silent, bar the lullaby that left her lips
نام يا حبيبى نام وادبحلك جوز حمام
Published 16th Oct 2011
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16th Oct 2011 6:00pm
Nam and Nam Ya Habibi Adbhlk coconut bath...?
There is some very nice imagery here. Interesting.
There is some very nice imagery here. Interesting.
16th Oct 2011 6:02pm
Sleep my lovely baby, sleep and I'll cook you two pigeons. Thank you, I think! :)
17th Oct 2011 6:08am
Is that what the last line translates to? LOL, Google was not even close.
I kind of feel like say, thank you, I think, for dinner. But here, Pigeons are a last resort, and even then, I can't find any desire to eat one, let alone two. I like the poem, just wasn't sure how it ended and that can change the entire meaning of a poem.
I kind of feel like say, thank you, I think, for dinner. But here, Pigeons are a last resort, and even then, I can't find any desire to eat one, let alone two. I like the poem, just wasn't sure how it ended and that can change the entire meaning of a poem.
16th Oct 2011 10:41pm
it took me a couple of reads, but i think i've got it now. i like your roundabout, catch-'em-in-the-rib approach to the story... you tell around it and the reader fills the core. thanks for the interesting and thought-provoking read(s). [:
17th Oct 2011 10:36am
