| A KIND OF BURNING |
wowmunti
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it is perhaps because
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one way or the other
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we keep this distance
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closeness will tug us apart
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in many directions in absolute din
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how we love the same trivial persuits
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and insignificant gewgaws
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spoken or inert
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clawed at the same straws
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poured over the same jigsaws
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trying to make heads or tails
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you sling at stars
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i bedeck the weeds
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straining in song or profanities
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towards some fabled meetings
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apart from what dreams read
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and suns dismantle
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oh we have all
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but the hapless lovers in this
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wayward world in almost all kinds of ways
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except, we never really meet, but
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for this kind of burning.
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1 Feb 07 |
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everyone's using "poetry" for secular sermons these days. must be the crisis of faith or something, and there's not much you can say about it except hope the author has a good speaking voice.
— mikebauer
beautiful language
— unknown
on the contrary, the poem has so much to say.
i read here some truths about relationships--how it is bound to die. talks about
keeping distance so as not to burn out. this is particularly likely to two lovers who are same: both clawed straws, both poured over the same jigsaws.
and particularly likely to two lovers who are opposites: one sling at stars, one bedeck weeds.
— Timmy
some verse have a music so elfin it becomes audible only on intent rereading. A first glance may suggest that the verse chiefly moves to the rythm of conversation . But as I read and reread, i somewhat catch an undercurrent or overtone of melody, very subtle.. very delicate. as if the words were being not so much spoken as hummed. Now and then the music becomes overt, though never obvious and these, your supreme moments offering a wandering intricate rythm, a richness of concealed rhyme. i love your poem.
— amon
mikebauer is an asshole
— unknown
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