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Words fell from my mouth
Like snowflakes or rain storms
And as I stopped to ponder them
I saw the names of other people
Like Dickinson and Frost
They floated between my own words
And changed the few they touched
Until there was little left
But lines borrowed
Then left to dust
Like snowflakes or rain storms
And as I stopped to ponder them
I saw the names of other people
Like Dickinson and Frost
They floated between my own words
And changed the few they touched
Until there was little left
But lines borrowed
Then left to dust
Published 5th Jan 2012
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Anonymous
26th Mar 2013 11:50am
I've added this to my reading list because I liked the fact that this piece transported me out of my own little bubble for a little while. I often feel like this sometimes, when I think about Bukowski, or Sexton, or Plath or any other poet that I happen to like at the time. I love it when their words seep in to my most difficult moments and I find myself muttering things that they would have said. It's comforting.
This piece is short and to the point. It's beautiful.
Thank you for the read.
This piece is short and to the point. It's beautiful.
Thank you for the read.
26th Mar 2013 12:29pm
I am liking this as well, but with a slightly different interpretation. Yes... Let the Masters teach you HOW to say what YOU want to say, but only better.
So your words are not left to the dust :)
Damn fine read :)
So your words are not left to the dust :)
Damn fine read :)
