inicio

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  • catarino
  • Cultures come to conquer and their gods applaud.

inicio

alone

in a small wooden boat-

floating out in the ocean.

feeling, with eyes closed,

the seam that exists between

night and day-

this story completes itself.

this moment, itself envelopes

old poems.

this end.

these questions

do answer them-

selves.

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NenaT commented on inicio

06-27-2009

This poem has a dreamy, lonely feel to it. Lovely and frightening at the same time. I like it very, very much.

catarino

06/27/2009

didn't think about it, but that's exactly how I felt when I wrote it.

wheelsal commented on inicio

06-21-2009

Interesting and concise. The poem is a metaphor of the age old questions we ask ourselves. Glad I found you.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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we are memorable 4
broken beat 3
water song 2
subtle 0
days 0
time always 1
inicio 2
to a new friend 1
(close to you) 0
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notes 1
jellyfish 2
lingering 3
flirting 4
here and there 5
candy 5
stayin awake 2
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lagos 6
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a dream response 3
time? 1
thoughts 3
sluggish 1
silence is a sheild 4
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death is treasure 2
pause 6
homeless 2
tossin and turnin 2
father 2
close to being further 2
meeting you 2
Revision 2
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Commitment and wishes 2
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